Cover of the Rolling Stone
Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it
Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
Hey, Ray!
Hey, Sugar!
Tell them 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 thousand dollars a show (right)
We take all kind of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(That's a very, very, good idea)
I got a freaky old lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!)
(Ah, that's beautiful)
We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone (no!)
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
On the cover of the Rolling
(Stone)
Gonna see my picture on the cover
(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby)
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
(Stone)
(We're beautiful fellers)
Wanna see my smilin' face
(I ain't kiddin' ya, ah, we would make a beautiful cover)
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Fresh shot, right up front, man)
(I can see it now, we'd be on the front)
(Smilin', man ... oh, beautiful!)
Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me
Hey, Ray!
Hey, Sugar!
Tell them 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 thousand dollars a show (right)
We take all kind of pills that give us all kind of thrills
But the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(That's a very, very, good idea)
I got a freaky old lady name a cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor old gray haired daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now, it's all designed to blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see our pictures on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!)
(Ah, that's beautiful)
We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who's teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy
So we never have to be alone (no!)
And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Rolling Stone)
Wanna see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
On the cover of the Rolling
(Stone)
Gonna see my picture on the cover
(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby)
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
(Stone)
(We're beautiful fellers)
Wanna see my smilin' face
(I ain't kiddin' ya, ah, we would make a beautiful cover)
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
(Fresh shot, right up front, man)
(I can see it now, we'd be on the front)
(Smilin', man ... oh, beautiful!)
Credits
Writer(s): Shel Silverstein
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