Mr. Jones
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Mr. Jones
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Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Hmm, uh-huh
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes, yeah
Mr. Jones and me, tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
Well, I'm gonna paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Yeah, well, you know, gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me, look into the future
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
I don't think so, she's looking at me
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I'll never be lonely
I'll never be lonely
Said I'm never gonna be lonely
I wanna be a lion
Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah, but
We've got different reasons for that
Believe in me, 'cause I don't believe in anything
And I, I wanna be someone to believe
To believe, to believe, yeah
Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
She's perfect for you
Man, there's got to be somebody for me
I wanna be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, oh, son
That's just about as funky as you can be
Mr. Jones and me, staring at the video
When I look at the television, I wanna see me
Staring right back at me
We all wanna be big stars
But we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'll be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars
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