Cover of the Rolling Stone

Well, we're big rock singers; we 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 kind of pills that give us all kind of thrills, but the thrill we never know Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone 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 I got a freaky old lady name of Cocaine Katie who embroiders on my jeans I got my poor old grey-haired daddy drivin' my limousine Now, let's all decide to blow our minds, but our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone Rolling Stone Gonna see my pictures on the cover Stone Gonna buy five copies for my mother Stone Gonna see my smiling face on the cover of the Rolling Stone We gotta lotta little teen-age, blue-eyed groupies who do anything we say We got a genuine Indian Guru - he's teachin' us a better way We 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 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 On the cover of the 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