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Well we are big rock singers   
 
we've got golden fingers                             
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and we're loved everywhere we go,                 
 
we sing about beauty and we sing about thruth     
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at ten thousand dollars a show;                   
 
we take all kind of pills                         
 
to give us all kind of thrills,                   
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but the thrill we've never known,                 
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is the thrill that'll get you                    
 
when you get your picture                         
                            

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on the cover of the Rolling Stone                 

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Rolling Stone                                      
                                                   
   wanna see my picture on the cover  
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   wanna buy five copies for my mother                                
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   wanna see my smilin' face  
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on the cover of the Rolling Stone
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I've got a freaky old lady 
 
called my Cocain Katy 
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who embroiders on my jeans, 
 
I've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy, 
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drivin' my limousine 
 
Now it's all designed 
 
to blow our minds 
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but our minds won't really be blown, 
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like the blow that'll get you 
 
when you get your picture 
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on the cover of the Rolling Stone 
 
Chorus 
 
 
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We got a lot of 
 
little teenage, blue-eyed groupies 
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who do anything we say, 
 
we got a genuine Indian guru, 
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who's teachin' us a better way, 
 
we got all the friends 
 
that money can buy, 
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so we never have to be alone, 
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and we keep gettin' richer 
 
but we can't get our picture 
                            A 
on the cover of the Rolling Stone 
 
2 x Chorus