Cover Of The Rolling Stone
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Well we are big rock singers
we've got golden fingers
and we're loved everywhere we go,
we sing about beauty and we sing about thruth
at ten thousand dollars a show;
we take all kind of pills
to give us all kind 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
wanna see my picture on the cover
wanna buy five copies for my mother
wanna see my smilin' face
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I've got a freaky old lady
called my Cocain Katy
who embroiders on my jeans,
I've got my poor old gray-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 get you
when you get your picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
We got a lot of
little teenage, blue-eyed groupies
who do anything we say,
we got a genuine Indian guru,
who's teachin' 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
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Readable chord sheet for Cover Of The Rolling Stone by Dr. Hook
W[A]ell we are big rock singers we've got golden fingers a[E]nd we're loved everywhere we go, we sing about beauty and we sing about thruth a[E7]t ten thousand dollars a sh[A]ow; we take all kind of pills to give us all kind of thrills, b[D]ut the thrill we've never known, i[E]s the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture o[A]n the cover of the Rolling Stone R[A]olling St[E]one wanna see my picture on the cover [A] wanna buy five copies for my mother [E] wanna see my smilin' face o[D]n the cover of the Rol[A]ling Stone I[A]'ve got a freaky old lady called my Cocain Katy w[E]ho embroiders on my jeans, I've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy, d[E7]rivin' my limousi[A]ne Now it's all designed to blow our minds b[D]ut our minds won't really be blown, l[E]ike the blow that'll get you when you get your picture o[A]n the cover of the Rolling Stone W[A]e got a lot of little teenage, blue-eyed groupies w[E]ho do anything we say, we got a genuine Indian guru, w[E7]ho's teachin' us a better w[A]ay, we got all the friends that money can buy, s[D]o we never have to be alone, a[E]nd we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture o[A]n the cover of the Rolling Stone