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Counting Crows – Mr. Jones – 1993


    Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la
    Uh huhI was down at the New Amsterdam
    Staring at this yellow-haired girl
    Mr Jones strikes up a conversation
    With a black-haired flamenco dancer
    You know, she dances while his father plays guitar
    She’s suddenly beautiful
    We all want something beautiful
    Man, I wish I was beautiful

    So come dance the silence down through the morning
    Sha la, la, la, la, la, la, la
    Uh huh
    YeahCut up, Maria!
    Show me some of that Spanish dancin’
    Pass me a bottle, Mr Jones
    Believe in me
    Help me believe in anything
    ‘Cause I want to be someone who believes
    YeahMr Jones and me
    Tell each other fairy tales
    And we stare at the beautiful women
    She’s looking at you
    Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me
    Smilin’ in the bright lights
    Coming through in stereo
    When everybody loves you
    You can never be lonely

    Well, I’m gonna paint my picture
    Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
    All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
    Yeah, well, you know gray is my favorite color
    I felt so symbolic yesterday
    If I knew Picasso
    I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

    Mr Jones and me
    Look into the future
    Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
    She’s looking at you
    I don’t think so
    She’s looking at me
    Standing in the spotlight
    I bought myself a gray guitar
    When everybody loves me
    I will never be lonely
    I will never be lonely
    Said I’m never gonna be
    LonelyI wanna be a lion
    Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats
    We all wanna be big, big stars
    Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
    Believe in me
    ‘Cause I don’t believe in anything
    And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe
    Yeah!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 wanna be Bob Dylan
    Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
    When everybody love you
    Oh! Son, that’s just about as funky as you can be

    Mr Jones and me
    Starin’ at the video
    When I look at the television, I wanna see me
    Staring right back at me
    We all wanna be big stars
    But we don’t know why, and we don’t know how
    But when everybody loves me
    I’m wanna be just about as happy as I can be
    Mr Jones and me
    We’re gonna be big stars