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

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

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

We take all pills
That give us all kinda
But the thrill we've never
Is the thrill it gets ya
When you get picture
On the of the rolling stone

Rolling
I'm see my picture on the cover

Gonna buy five copies for my

Gonna see my smiling
On the of the rolling stone

I got a freaky old lady named katie
Who on my jeans
I got my poor old daddy
my limousine.

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

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of teen-aged
Blue-eyed
Who do we say
We got a genuine guru
teaching us a better way

We got all the friends that can buy,
So we have to be alone
And we keep richer,
But we get our picture
On the cover of the stone

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