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Mr Jones Lyrics
Mr Jones Lyrics

Mr Jones Lyrics

Mr Jones Song Lyrics by Counting Crows

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-laMmmUh huh
I was down at the New AmsterdamStaring at this yellow-haired girlMr. Jones strikes up a conversationWith a black-haired flamenco dancerYou know she dances while his father plays guitarShe’s suddenly beautifulAnd we all want something beautifulMan, I wish I was beautiful
So come dance the silence down through the morningSha-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeahUh huh, yeah
Cut up, MariaShow me some of them Spanish dancesPass me a bottle, Mr. JonesBelieve in meHelp me believe in anything‘Cause I wanna be someone who believesYeah
Mr. Jones and meTell each other fairy talesAnd we stare at the beautiful womenShe’s looking at youAh, no, no, she’s looking at meSmilin’ in the bright lightsComing through in stereoWhen everybody loves youYou can never be lonely
Well, I’m gon’ paint my picturePaint myself in blue and red and black and grayAll of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningfulYeah, well, you know gray is my favorite colorI felt so symbolic yesterdayIf I knew PicassoI would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and meLooked into the futureYeah, we stare at the beautiful womenShe’s looking at youI don’t think soShe’s looking at meStanding in the spotlightI bought myself a gray guitarWhen everybody loves meI will never be lonelyI will never be lonelySaid I’m never gonna be lonely
I wanna be a lionYeah, everybody wanna pass as catsWe all wanna be big, big starsYeah, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me‘Cause I don’t believe in anythingAnd I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believeYeah
Mr. Jones and meStumbling through the barrioYeah, we stare at the beautiful womenShe’s perfect for youMan, there’s got to be somebody for meI wanna be Bob DylanMr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funkyWhen everybody loves you, ah sonThat’s just about as funky as you can be
Mr. Jones and meStaring at the videoWhen I look at the television, I want to see meStaring right back at meWe all wanna be big starsBut we don’t know why, and we don’t know howBut when everybody loves meI’m wanna be just about as happy as I can beMr. Jones and meWe’re gonna be big stars

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