Mr.Jones
I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girlMr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancerShe dances while his father plays guitarShe’s suddenly beautifulWe all want something beautifulI wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morningCut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dancesPass me a bottle, Mr. JonesBelieve in meHelp me believe in anythingI want to be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy talesStare at the beautiful women“She’s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me.”Smiling in the bright lightsComing through in stereoWhen everybody loves you, you can never be lonely
I will paint my picturePaint myself in blue and red and black and grayAll of the beautiful colors are very very meaningfulGray is my favorite colorI felt so symbolic yesterdayIf I knew PicassoI would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the futureStare at the beautiful women“She’s looking at you.Uh, I don’t think so. She’s looking at me.”Standing in the spotlightI bought myself a gray guitarWhen everybody loves me, I will never be lonely
I want to be a lionEverybody wants to pass as catsWe all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don’t believe in anythingand I want to be someone to believe
Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrioYeah 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 DylanMr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funkyWhen everybody loves you, son, that’s just about as funky as you can be
Mr. Jones and me staring at the videoWhen I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at meWe all want to be big stars, but we don’t know why and we don’t know howBut when everybody loves me, I’m going to be just about as happy as can beMr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars….