Cover of the Rolling Stone - Wild Fire

Well, we’re big rock singers

We got golden fingers

And we’re loved everywhere we go

We sing about beauty and we sing about truth

At ten-thousand dollars a show

We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills

But the thrill we’ve never known

Is the thrill that’ll getcha when you get your picture

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

(Rolling Stone)

Want to see my picture on the cover

(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother

(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

I got a freaky ole lady name a cocaine Katie

Who embroideries on my jeans

I got my poor ole grey-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 getcha when you get your picture

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

(Rolling Stone)

Want to see my picture on the cover

(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother!

(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies

Who do anything we say

We got a genuine Indian Guru

Who’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 Rollin' Stone

(Rolling Stone)

Want to see my picture on the cover

(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother!

(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face

On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

(Rolling Stone)

Want to see my picture on the cover

(Stone)

Wanna buy five copies for my mother!

(Stone)

Wanna see my smilin' face

On the cover of the Rollin', cover of the Rollin', cover of the Rollin',

Rollin' Stone!