Well we're big rock singers
 We got golden fingers
 And we're loved everywhere we go
 We sing about beauty and we sing about truth
 At ten thousand dollars a show
 We take all kinda pills
 That give us all kinda thrills
 But the thrill we've never known
 Is the thrill that'll getcha
 When you get your picture
 On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 
 Wanna see my picture on the cover
 Wanna buy five copies for my mother
 Wanna see my smilin' face
 On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 
 I got a freaky old lady
 Name a Cocaine Katie
 Who embroideries on my jeans
 I got my poor ol' grey 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 getcha
 When you get your picture
 On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 
 Wanna see my pictures on the cover
 Wanna buy five copies for my mother
 Wanna see my smiling face
 On the cover the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 
 We gotta lotta little teenage blue-eyed groupies
 Who'll do anything we say
 We got a genuine Indian guru
 Who's teachin' 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 Rollin' Stone
 
 Wanna see my picture on the cover
 Wanna buy five copies for my mother
 Wanna see my smilin' face
 On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
 Gonna see my picture on the cover
 Gonna buy five copies for my mother
 Gonna see my smiling face
 On the cover of the Rollin' Stone