The Cover Of The Rolling Stone

A Well, we're big rock singers we've got golden fingers E and we're loved everywhere we go We sing about beauty and we sing about truth E7 A at ten thousand dollars a show We take all kind of pills that give us all kind of thrills, D but the thrill we've never known, E is the thrill that'll gitcha when you get your picture A on the cover of the Rolling Stone A E Rolling Stone wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone...) A wanna buy five copies for my mother (Stone...) E wanna see my smilin' face D A on the cover of the Rolling Stone A I got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy E who embroideries on my jeans, I got my poor old gray-haired Daddy, E7 A drivin' my limousine Now it's all designed to blow our minds D but our minds won't really be blown, E like the blow that'll gitcha when you get your picture A on the cover of the Rolling Stone A E Rolling Stone wanna see my pictures on the cover (Stone...) A wanna buy five copies for our mothers (Stone...) E wanna see my smilin' face D A on the cover of the Rolling Stone A A We got a lot of little teenage, blue-eyed groupies E who do anything we say We got a genuine Indian guru, E7 A who's teachin' us a better way We got all the friends that money can buy, D so we never have to be alone, E and we keep gettin' richer, but we can't get our picture A on the cover of the Rolling Stone A E Rolling Stone wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone...) A wanna buy five copies for my mother (Stone...) E wanna see my smilin' face D A on the cover of the Rolling Stone D E On the cover of the Rolling (Stone...) wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone...) A wanna buy five copies for my mother (Stone...) E wanna see my smilin' face D A on the cover of the Rolling Stone