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

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

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

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

Rolling
I'm gonna see my picture on the

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 daddy
my limousine.

Now it's all designed to our minds,
But our won't really be blown
Like the blow getcha
you get your picture
On the of the rolling stone

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

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

We got all the friends money can buy,
So we never have to be
And we keep richer,
But we can't get our
On the of the rolling stone

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