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Well we're big rock singers we got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go (sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
We take all kinda of pills to give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll gitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
(Rollin Stone) Gonna get my picture on the cover
(Stone) Gonna buy 5 copies for my mother
(Rollin Stone) Gonna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
I got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katie
Who embroidery's on my jeans
I got my poor old grey-haired daddy
Drivin my limosine
Now it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't ever be blown
Like the blow that'll gitcha when you get your picture on
The cover of the Rollin' Stone
We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we'll never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone