Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't touch me there!"   Bret: I'm gonna tell you 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 kinda pills   That give us all kinda thrills   But the thrill we've never known   Is the thrill that it gets ya   When you get your picture   On the cover of the rolling stone      Chorus:   Rolling stone   I'm 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      I got a freaky old lady named cocaine katie   Who embroiders on my jeans   I got my poor old gray-haired daddy   Driving 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 rolling stone      Chorus   Spoken: hey, I know how!!!   Solo   Spoken: beautiful!      We gotta lot of little teen-aged   Blue-eyed 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 gettin' richer,   But we can't get our picture   On the cover of the rolling stone      Chorus      Talking:   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!