Mr. Jones

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, la

Mmm, 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

Well, we all want something beautiful

Man, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance the silence

Down through the morning

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

And cut up, Maria

Show me some of them Spanish dances and

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

Oh, no, no, she looking at me

Smilin' in the bright lights

Coming through in stereo

When everybody loves you

You can never be lonely

Well, I'ma 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 (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Look into the future

Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

She's looking at you

I don't think so, she looking at me

Standing in the spotlight (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

I bought myself a gray guitar

When everybody loves me (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

I will never be lonely

I will never be lonely

Said I'm never gonna be lonely

I wanna be a lion

Yeah, everybody wanna pass as cats

We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah, but

We 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 (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Stumbling through the barrio

Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

She's perfect for you

Man, there's got to be somebody for me

I wanna be Bob Dylan (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky

When everybody loves you (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Ah, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Starin' at the video

When I look at the television, I wanna see me (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

Staring right back at me

We all wanna be big stars (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

But we don't know why and we don't know how

But when everybody loves me (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

I wanna be just about as happy as I can be

Mr. Jones and me (Hey, la, la, hey, la, la, yeah)

We're gonna be big stars