Mr. Jones Songtext
von Counting Crows

I 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, yeah
Uh-huh

Cut up, Maria, come on
Show me some of them Spanish dancers
And pass me a bottle, Mr, Jones
Believe in me, come on
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes, aeah


Mr. 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

Standin' in these bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You should never be lonely

I, I wanna paint myself a picture
Like paint myself in blue and red and black
All of the beautiful colors are very, very, very
Very meaningful, you know

You know gray, that′s my favorite color
I get so confused every day
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me
Look into the future
Stare at all 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 want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big stars
Yeah, but we get so fucked up about that
But believe in me even though I don't believe in anything
′Cause you know, I just might be someone to believe
So come on, children, believe in me

Mr. Jones and me
Stumbling through the barrio
Stare at all the beautiful women
She's perfect for you
Man, I gotta get a girl for me

I wanna be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
So when everybody love you, what you say?
That′s just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me
Starin' at the video
When I look at my television, I wanna see me
Staring right back at me

We wanna be big stars
We don't know why, and we don′t know how
When everybody loves me
I′ll be about as happy as I can be

Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars

Good evening
Thank you so much for coming out
This is a pretty
This is a cool night for us
We had a really fuckin′ busy summer
We're puttin′ out two records this fall, so
We got this one, and our next actual, sorry about the delay
Real album in November
It's called "Abbey Road"
No, that′s the one they call shit sometimes

Anyways
Thank you
I can't put it on right now
There's like nudity and things, thank you
I′ve lost my train of thought completely
What is it? It′s a baloon animal, it's a car
Ooh, it′s a really cool T-shirt (put it on)
Maybe in an unkle (take it off)
Okay, sorry