Lyrics:

*Lauging*
I don't believe it
Ah, ah, don't touch me
Hey Ray -
Hey sugar - Tell 'em who we are.

Well we're big rock singers
We've got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
*That sounds like us*
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
*Right*
We take all kind'a pills
The give us all kind'a thrills
But the thrill we never know
Is the thrill that'll gitcha
When you get your 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 smiling face
On the cover of The Rolling Stone

*That's a very, very good idea*

I gotta freaky old lady
Named 'a cocaine Katy
Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy
Driving my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll gitcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of The Rolling Stone

(Chorus)

*Hey! I know how. ROCK AND ROLL!!*
*Oh, that's beautiful*

We got a lot 'a little teenage
Blue eye'd groupies
Who'd do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We've got all the friends
That money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer
But we can't get our picture
On the cover of The Rolling Stone

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

*I can see it now, we'll be right up front smilin'*
*Ahh, beautiful*