Lyrics
Don't touch me. now
I'm gonna tell'em who we are
Well, we're big rock singers, we 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 million dollars a show (yeah right)
We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that it gets you 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 sounds like a very very good idea
I got a freaky old lady named Cocaine Katie
Who embroiders all my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy... driving my limousine
Now It's all designed to blow our mind
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that it gets you when you gettin' your picture on
The cover of the Rolling Stone
CHORUS
Hey I know how- Rock and Roll
We got a lot of little teenage, blue eyes groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
He's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
CHORUS
I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby!
Ah we're beautiful fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'...Beautiful!