| Well we're big rock singers, we've got golden fingers, |
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And we're loved everywhere we go, |
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We sing about beauty and we sing about truth, |
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At ten thousand dollars a show. |
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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 on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
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I've got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy |
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Who embroiders on my jeans. |
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I've got my poor old grey-haired Daddy, |
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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. |
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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 on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
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We got a lot of little blue-eyed, teenage groupies |
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Who'll do anything we say, |
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We got a genuine Indian guru, |
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Who's teachin' us a better way, |
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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 |
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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 on the cover of the Rolling Stone. |
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