Well, we're big rock singers we've got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills But the thrill we've never known is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I got a freaky ole lady named a cocaine Katy who embroideries on my jeans I got my poor old grey haired daddy a drivin' my limosine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Wanna see our pictures on the cover Wanna buy five copies for our mothers Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone
We got a lot of little teenage blue~eyed groupies who'd do anything we say We got a genuine Indian Guru who's teaching us a better way We got all the friends that money can buy so we'll never be alone And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone on the cover of the Rolling
Wanna see my picture on the cover Wanna buy five copies for my mother Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rolling Stone