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

Well we're big rock
We got fingers
And we're loved we go
(that like us)

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

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

Rolling
I'm gonna see my picture on the

Gonna buy copies for my mother

Gonna see my face
On the cover of the rolling

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

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

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of little
groupies
Who do we say
We got a indian guru
He's teaching us a way

We got all the friends money can buy,
So we never 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 beautiful fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a cover
I mean, I can see it right be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!