Cover Of The Rolling Stone

(originally by Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show)C'mon BretDon't touch me. nowTell'em!I'm gonna tell'em who we areWe were big rock singersWe've got golden fingersAnd we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us)We sing about beautyAnd we sing about truthAt ten million dollars a show (yeah sure)We take all kinds of pillsThat give us all kinds of thrillsBut the thrill we've never knownIs the thrill that'll get youWhen you get your picture onThe cover of the Rolling Stone[Chorus](Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on theCover of the Rolling StoneThat sounds like a very very good ideaI got a freaky old ladyNamed Cocaine KatieWho embroiders all my jeansI got my poor old gray haired daddyDriving my limousineNow It's all designedTo blow our mindBut our minds won' really be blownBy the blow that'll get youWhen you get your picture on theCover of the Rolling Stone[Chorus]Hey I know how- Rock and RollWe got a lot oflittle teenage, blue eyes groupiesWho do anything we sayWe got a genuineIndian GuruWho's teaching us a better wayI got all the friendsThat money can buySo we never have to be aloneAnd we keep getting richerBut we can't get our pictureon the cover of the Rolling Stone