Don't touch me. now I'm gonna tell'em 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 kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills But the thrill we've never known Is the thrill that it gets you when you get your picture on The cover of the Rolling Stone CHORUS: (Rolling Stone) 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 That sounds like a very very good idea I got a freaky old lady named Cocaine Katie Who embroiders all my jeans I got my poor old gray haired daddy... driving my limousine Now It's all designed to blow our mind But our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that it gets you when you gettin' your picture on The cover of the Rolling Stone CHORUS Hey I know how- Rock and Roll We got a lot of little teenage, blue eyes 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 getting richer but we can't get our picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone CHORUS 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!