Tytuł: Cover of the Rolling Stone

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Coughing, Blues?: "Gol, Bret--don't touch me there!"
  Bret: I'm gonna tell you who we are.
  
  Well we're big rock singers
  we got golden fingers
  And we're loved everywhere we go
  (That sounds like us)
  
  We sing about beauty
  and we sing about truth
  At ten million dollars a show
  (Yeah, right!)
  
  We take all kinda pills
  That give us all kinda thrills
  But the thrill we've never known
  Is the thrill that it gets ya
  when you get your picture
  On the cover of the Rolling Stone
  
  Chorus:
  Rolling Stone
  I'm gonna see my picture on the cover
  Stone
  Gonna buy five copies for my mother
  Stone
  Gonna see my smiling face
  On the cover of the Rolling Stone
  
  I got a freaky old lady named Cocaine Katie
  Who embroiders on my jeans
  I got my poor old gray-haired Daddy
  Driving my limousine.
  
  Now it's all designed to blow our minds,
  But our minds won't really be blown
  Like the blow that'll getcha
  When you get your picture
  On the cover of the Rolling Stone
  
  Chorus
  Spoken: Hey, I know how!!!
  Solo
  Spoken: Beautiful!
  
  We gotta lot of little teen-aged
  blue-eyed groupies
  Who do anything we say
  We got a genuine Indian Guru
  He's teaching us a better way
  
  We got all the friends that money can buy,
  So we never have to be alone
  And we keep gettin' richer,
  But we can't get our picture
  On the cover of the Rolling Stone
  
  Chorus
  
  Talking:
  I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby!
  Ah we're beautiful fellas!
  I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful cover
  I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,
  Oh, we be smilin'....Beautiful!