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

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

We sing beauty
And we sing truth
At ten dollars a show
(yeah, right!)

We take all kinda
That us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've known
Is the that it gets ya
When you get picture
On the of the rolling stone

Rolling
I'm see my picture on the cover

Gonna buy copies for my mother

Gonna see my smiling
On the cover of the rolling

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 really be blown
Like the that'll getcha
When you get your
On the cover of the stone

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We lot of little teen-aged
groupies
Who do we say
We got a genuine indian
He's us a better way

We got all the friends that can buy,
So we have to be alone
And we keep 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 you man, we'd make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it right be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!