Cover Of The Rolling Stone - Poison

C’mon Bret

Don’t touch me.

now

Tell’em!

I’m gonna tell’em who we are

We were big rock singers

We’ve 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 sure)

We take all kinds of pills

That give us all kinds of thrills

But the thrill we’ve never known

Is the thrill that’ll get you

When you get your picture on

The cover of the Rolling Stone

(Rolling Stone) Gonna get our pictures on the cover

(Stone) Gonna buy five copies for our mothers

(Stone) Gonna see my smiling face on the

Cover of the Rolling Stone

That sounds like a very very good idea

I got a freaky old lady

Named Cocaine Katie

Who embroiders all my jeans

I got my poor old gray haired daddy

Driving my limousine

Now It’s all designed

To blow our mind

But our minds won' really be blown

By the blow that’ll get you

When you get your picture on the

Cover of the Rolling Stone

Hey I know how- Rock and Roll

We got a lot of

little teenage, blue eyes groupies

Who do anything we say

We got a genuine

Indian Guru

Who’s teaching us a better way

I 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