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Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't me there!"
Bret: I'm gonna you who we are.

Well big rock singers
We got golden
And loved everywhere we go
(that sounds us)

We sing about
And we sing about
At ten million dollars a
(yeah, right!)

We take all pills
give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill never known
Is the thrill it gets ya
you get your picture
On the of the rolling stone

Rolling
I'm see my picture on the cover

Gonna buy five for my mother

Gonna see my smiling
On the of the rolling stone

I got a freaky old lady cocaine katie
Who embroiders on my
I got my poor old gray-haired
my limousine.

Now all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds won't be blown
Like the that'll getcha
When you get picture
On the of the rolling stone

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of little
Blue-eyed
Who do we say
We got a genuine indian
He's teaching us a way

We got all the that money can buy,
So we never to be alone
And we gettin' richer,
But we can't get our
On the cover of the stone

I know why we ain't on the cover, baby!
Ah we're fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!