Good days before digital still haunt me

(ah ha ha? I don’t believe it… ? hey Ray, hey Sugar, tell ?em who we are?)
Well, we big rock singers, we 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 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 getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
Rolling Stone ? wanna see my picture on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
Stone- wanna see my smilin? face
on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
(That’s a very good idea?)
I got a freaky old lady name a? Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans.
I 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 getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
Rolling Stone- wanna see our pictures on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for our mothers-
Stone- wanna see my smilin? face
on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
ROCK AND ROLL!
(Aw, that’s just beautiful)
We got a lotta 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 getting? richer but we can’t get our picture
on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone- wanna see my picture on the cover-
Stone- wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
Stone- wanna see my smilin? face on the cover of the Rolling Stone.
On the cover of the Rolling?
Wanna see my picture on the cover-
wanna buy 5 copies for my mother-
wanna see my smilin? face on the cover of the Rolling Stone.

Well, yeah, they’ve got some songs I love that could really ling in public, but….

I know I don’t have to add the lyrics for some of you, I’m sure. Just don’t go telling tales.

So back then we had letters, turntables, long hair, and we did things with each other, and not through screens. We had a lot more fun then.

My dad left me with his typewriter, which I still use, and these songs, that honestly, I never want to forget or give up.

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