Mr Jones

Links: e|-------------0| B|-------------1| G|---0h11p0----2| D|----------0--2| A|-------------0| E|--------------| e|----------------1-----------------8--------------------8---------| B|-----8---10~~---1----------8--10-----10~~-------8--10-----10~~---| G|-9--------------2-------9--------------------9-------------------| D|----------------3------------------------------------------------| A|----------------3------------------------------------------------| E|----------------1------------------------------------------------| Intro: sha la la la la la la I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up this conversation whith this black haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father playes guitar. She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning. sha la la la la la Uh, huh... Cut up Mariea! Show me some of them spanish dances. Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything (cause) I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women She's looking at you. Ah no, no she's looking at me. Smiling in the bright lights Comming through in sterio When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint my self in blue and red and black and grey All of the beautiful colors are very very meaninful (You know) Grey is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future 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 grey guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I will never be lonley I will never be lonley I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, But we got diffrent reasons for that. Believe in me because I don't believe in anything And I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe. 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, 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...