Mr. Jones

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