Mr Jones Akor

 

Well I was down at the New Amsterdam

 

Just staring at this yellow haired girl

 

Mr Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer

 

You no she dancers well his father plays guitar and she’s suddenly beautif

ul

 

And we all want something beautiful…man I wish I was beautiful lalalala

 

Oh, cut up Maria,

 

Come on, show me some of them Spanish dancers

 

And pass me a bottle Mr Jones

 

Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything, cause I wanna be someon

e

 

who believes

 

Mr Jones and me tell each other fairytales

 

And we stare at the beautiful women, she’s looking at you nananana, she

217;s looking at me

 

Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo

 

When everybody loves you…you should never be lonely

 

Well I wanna paint myself a picture

 

I wanna paint myself in blue, and red, and black and grey

 

All the beautiful colours are very very meaningful

 

Ya, you know grey? It’s my favourite colour

 

I just get so confused every day

 

but if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

 

Mr Jones and me look into the future

 

We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s looking at you, man I don

8217;t think so she’s looking at me

 

Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar

 

Man when everybody loves me

 

I hope I never get lonely lalalala

 

Yeah, I wanna be a lion

 

I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats

 

We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars

 

Yeah but then we get seconds thoughts about that

 

So, believe in me, man I don’t believe in anything

 

And I don’t wanna be someone to believe

You should not believe in me

 

Cause Mr Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio

 

We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s perfect for you

There’s got to be someone for me

 

I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky

 

Well man when everybody loves you, sometimes that’s just about as fucked u

p as you can be

 

Well can’t you hear me cause I’m dreaming

 

But I did not go outside yesterday

 

Oh, don’t wake me cause I was dreaming

 

And I might just stay inside again today

 

Cause Mr Jones and me, we don’t see each other much anymore!