Oh, I don't believe it. Ah, ah, ah. Don't touch me. Hey, Ray. Hey, Sugar. Tell them 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 $10,000 a show. Ray. We take all kind of pills That give us all kind of thrills A thrill we've never known It's the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone Rolling Stone Wanna see my picture on the cover Rolling Stone Wanna buy five copies for my mother Rolling Stone Wanna see my smiley face On the cover of the Rolling Stone That's a very, very good idea. I got a freaky old lady Named a cocaine kitty 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 get you when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone Rolling Stone Wanna see our pictures on the cover Rolling Stone Wanna buy five copies for our mother Rolling Stone Wanna see my smiley face On the cover of the Rolling Stone Hey, I know how to love. Rock and roll! Oh, that's beautiful. We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies Who'll 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 getting richer But we can't get our picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone Rolling Stone Wanna see my picture on the cover Rolling Stone Wanna buy five copies for my mother Rolling Stone Wanna see my smiley face On the cover of the Rolling Stone Wanna see my picture on the cover Rolling Stone Wanna buy five copies for my mother Rolling Stone Wanna see my smiley face On the cover of the Rolling Stone Right up front, man. I can see it now. Up front, smiling, man. Oh, beautiful.