MR. JONES
Sha la la la la la la la hmmm ãh-hãn
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's all, 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 hmmm ãh-hãn yeahh
Cut up Maria!
Show me some of that Spanish dancing,and
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I want to 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
I wanna paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Oh you know grey is my favorite color
Ahhh 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.
Uh, 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 will never be lone…ly
I will never be lonely
So I'm never gonna be
Lone...ly
I want to be a lion
Yeah everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars,
But we got different reasons for that
Believe in me
Causes I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe,
To believe,
To believe
Yeeeaahh
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 want to 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 want to see me
Staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars,
But we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me,
I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me,
We're gonna be big stars…
Sha la la la la la la la hmmm ãh-hãn
I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's all, 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 hmmm ãh-hãn yeahh
Cut up Maria!
Show me some of that Spanish dancing,and
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I want to 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
I wanna paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Oh you know grey is my favorite color
Ahhh 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.
Uh, 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 will never be lone…ly
I will never be lonely
So I'm never gonna be
Lone...ly
I want to be a lion
Yeah everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars,
But we got different reasons for that
Believe in me
Causes I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe,
To believe,
To believe
Yeeeaahh
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 want to 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 want to see me
Staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars,
But we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me,
I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me,
We're gonna be big stars…
