Lyrics to Mr. Jones (Live @ VH-1 Storytellers)
So you wanna be a Rock´n Roll Star well listen now, to what I say, just get an electric guitar and take some time,
and learn how to play
Just learn how to play
I was down at the new Amsterdam, just staring at this yellow-haired girl,
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, with the black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar, she´s suddenly beautiful,
and we all want something beautiful,
and I wish I was beautiful (oh lalalala)
I´ll call-up Maria -come on-
show me some of them spanish dances and pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
believe in me,-come on-
help me believe in anything
cause I wanna be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy-tailes
We stare at the beautiful women
"She´s looking at you, nonono
she´s looking at me"
Standing in this bright light
coming through in stereo
when everybody loves you,
you should never be lonely
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
-yeah you know grey?-
It´s my favourite colour, I just get so confused, everyday 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
"She´s looking at you
Uh, I don´t think so,
she´s looking at me"
Standing in the spotlight
I am myself and this grey guitar man
when everybody loves me,
I hope I´ll never get lonely
I wanna be lion-I know,I know-
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big big...big stars, yeah but then we get second 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
Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio
we stare at all the beautiful women
"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
man, when everybody loves you
so tired, that´s just about as fucked-up as you can be
Can´t you hear me
cause I´m screaming
but i did not go outside, yesterday
oh don´t wake me,
cause I was dreaming
and I make you stay inside again, today
Mr. Jones and me,
we don´t see each other much, anymore.
and learn how to play
Just learn how to play
I was down at the new Amsterdam, just staring at this yellow-haired girl,
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, with the black-haired flamenco dancer
You know, she dances while his father plays guitar, she´s suddenly beautiful,
and we all want something beautiful,
and I wish I was beautiful (oh lalalala)
I´ll call-up Maria -come on-
show me some of them spanish dances and pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
believe in me,-come on-
help me believe in anything
cause I wanna be someone who believes
Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy-tailes
We stare at the beautiful women
"She´s looking at you, nonono
she´s looking at me"
Standing in this bright light
coming through in stereo
when everybody loves you,
you should never be lonely
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
-yeah you know grey?-
It´s my favourite colour, I just get so confused, everyday 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
"She´s looking at you
Uh, I don´t think so,
she´s looking at me"
Standing in the spotlight
I am myself and this grey guitar man
when everybody loves me,
I hope I´ll never get lonely
I wanna be lion-I know,I know-
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big big...big stars, yeah but then we get second 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
Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio
we stare at all the beautiful women
"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
man, when everybody loves you
so tired, that´s just about as fucked-up as you can be
Can´t you hear me
cause I´m screaming
but i did not go outside, yesterday
oh don´t wake me,
cause I was dreaming
and I make you stay inside again, today
Mr. Jones and me,
we don´t see each other much, anymore.
Songwriters: Gillingham, Charles / Malley, Matthew / Bryson, David / Duritz, Adam / Bowman, Steve
Publisher: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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