Artist：poison
Songs Title：cover of the rolling stone


Coughing, blues? : gol, bret--dont touch me there!

Bret: Im gonna tell you who we are.

Well were big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And were loved everywhere we go
（that sounds like us）

We sing about beauty

And we sing about truth
At ten million dollars a show

（yeah, right!）
We take all kinda pills

That give us all kinda thrills

But the thrill weve never known

Is the thrill that it gets ya

When you get your picture

On the cover of the rolling stone
Rolling stone

Im gonna see my picture on the cover
Stone

Gonna buy five copies for my mother

Stone

Gonna see my smiling face

On the cover of the rolling stone

I got a freaky old lady named cocaine katie

Who embroiders on my jeans

I got my poor old gray-haired daddy

Driving my limousine.

Now its all designed to blow our minds,

But our minds wont really be blown

Like the blow thatll getcha

When you get your picture
On the cover of the rolling stone

hey, I know how!!!

beautiful!
We gotta lot of little teen-aged
Blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine indian guru
Hes teaching 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 cant get our picture
On the cover of the rolling stone
I dont know why we aint on the cover, baby!
Ah were beautiful fellas!
I aint kiddin you man, wed make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,

Oh, we be smilin....beautiful!