1. Well, we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers
2. I got a freaky old lady name of Cocaine Katy
3. We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
And we're loved everywhere we go
Who embroideries on my jeans
Who'll do anything we say
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth for ten thousand dollars a show
I got my poor old gray-haired daddy drivin' my limou - sine
We got a genuine Indian guru who's teaching us a better way
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kinds of thrills, but the thrill we've never known
Now it's all designed to blow our minds, but our minds won't really be blown
We got all the friends that money can buy, so we never have to be a - lone
Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture on the Cover of the Rolling Stone!
Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the Cover of the Rolling Stone!
And we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture on the Cover of the Rolling Stone!
CHORUS: (Rolling Stone!) Gonna see my picture on the cover!
(Stone!) Gonna buy five copies for my mother!
(Stone!) Gonna see my smilin' face on the Cover of the Rolling Stone!