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C'mon Bret |
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Don't touch me. now |
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Tell'em! |
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I'm gonna tell'em who we are |
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We were big rock singers |
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We've got golden fingers |
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And we're loved everywhere we go (that sounds like us) |
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We sing about beauty |
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And we sing about truth |
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At ten million dollars a show (yeah sure) |
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We take all kinds of pills |
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That give us all kinds of thrills |
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But the thrill we've never known |
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Is the thrill that'll get you |
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When you get your picture on |
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The cover of the Rolling Stone |
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[Chorus] |
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(Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover |
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(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers |
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(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on the |
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Cover of the Rolling Stone |
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That sounds like a very very good idea |
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I got a freaky old lady |
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Named Cocaine Katie |
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Who embroiders all my jeans |
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I got my poor old gray haired daddy |
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Driving my limousine |
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Now It's all designed |
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To blow our mind |
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But our minds won' really be blown |
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By the blow that'll get you |
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When you get your picture on the |
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Cover of the Rolling Stone |
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[Chorus] |
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Hey I know how- Rock and Roll |
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We got a lot of |
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little teenage, blue eyes groupies |
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Who do anything we say |
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We got a genuine |
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Indian Guru |
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Who's teaching us a better way |
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I got all the friends |
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That money can buy |
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So we never have to be alone |
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And we keep getting richer |
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But we can't get our picture |
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on the cover of the Rolling Stone |
