[Verse 1]
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 kinds of pills that give us all kind of 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

[Chorus]
(Rolling Stone)
Want to see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

[Verse 2]
I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katie
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ole 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

[Chorus]
(Rolling Stone)
Want to see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother!
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian Guru
Who'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 getting richer but we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
[Chorus]
(Rolling Stone)
Want to see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother!
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

(Rolling Stone)
Want to see my picture on the cover
(Stone)
Wanna buy five copies for my mother!
(Stone)
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin', cover of the Rollin', cover of the Rollin', Rollin' Stone!