A
Well we are big rock singers
we’ve got golden fingers
E
and we’re loved everywhere we go,
we sing about beauty and we sing about
thruth
E7 A
at ten thousand dollars a show;
we take all kind of pills
to give us all kind of thrills,
D
but the thrill we’ve never known,
E
is the thrill that’ll get you
when you get your picture
A
on the cover of the Rolling Stone

     CHORUS:
     A E
     Rolling Stone

     wanna see my picture on the cover
     A
     wanna buy five copies for my mother
     E
     wanna see my smilin’ face
     D A
     on the cover of the Rolling Stone

A
I’ve got a freaky lady
called my Cocain Katy
E
who embroided on my jeans,
I’ve 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 get you
when you get your picture
A
on the cover of the Rolling Stone

     CHORUS:
     A E
     Rolling Stone

     wanna see my picture on the cover
     A
     wanna buy five copies for my mother
     E
     wanna see my smilin’ face
     D A
     on the cover of the Rolling Stone

A
We got a lot of
little blue-eyed, teenage 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

     CHORUS:
     A E
     Rolling Stone

     wanna see my picture on the cover
     A
     wanna buy five copies for my mother
     E
     wanna see my smilin’ face
     D A
     on the cover of the Rolling Stone

     CHORUS:
     A E
     Rolling Stone

     wanna see my picture on the cover
     A
     wanna buy five copies for my mother
     E
     wanna see my smilin’ face
     D A
     on the cover of the Rolling Stone