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{title: Cover of the Rolling Stone} {artist: Dr.Hook} {artist: The Medicine Show} {time: 4/4} {tempo: 72} {key: A} {meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06} {start_of_part: Intro} (ha, ha, ha, i don't believe it... da, da, ah, ooh don't touch me, hey, Ray! hey, sugar! tell them who we are!) [A] {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} Well, we're [A]big rock singers, we've got golden fingers And we're loved everywhere we [E]go (that sounds like us) We [E7]sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten-thousand dollars a [A]show (right) We take [A]all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills But the thrill we've never [D]known Is the [E]thrill that'll get ya when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling [A]Stone {end_of_verse} {start_of_chorus: Chorus 1} (Rolling [E]Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover ([A]Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (yeah) ([E]Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face On the [D]cover of the Rolling [A]Stone {end_of_chorus} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} (that's a very, very, good idea) I got a freaky old lady name a Cocaine Katy who embroideries on my jeans I got my poor old grey haired daddy drivin' my limosine Now, it's all designed to blow our minds, but our minds won't really be blown Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture On the cover of the Rolling Stone {end_of_verse} {chorus: Chorus 2} {start_of_part: Solo} (hey, i know how, rock and roll!!) [A]... (ah, that's beautiful) {end_of_part} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} 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 Rolling Stone {end_of_verse} {chorus: Chorus 3} {start_of_part: Link} On the [D]cover of the rolling [A]Stone {end_of_part} {chorus: Chorus 4} {start_of_part: Fine} (man, i don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby, we're beautiful people, i ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover, fresh shot, right up front, man, i can see it now, we'll be up on the front, smilin', man ...... ahh, beautiful!) {end_of_part}