Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Jones, artist - Counting Crows.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Mr. Jones |
Sha la la la la la la, hmm, uh huh |
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 |
So she’s suddenly beautiful |
And we all want something beautiful |
Man I wish I was beautiful |
So come dance this silence down through the mornin' |
Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah |
Curl up, Maria! |
Show me some of that Spanish dancin' |
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones |
Believe in me, help me believe in anything |
'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes, yeah |
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» |
Smiling 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, son, I’m never gonna be lonely |
I wanna be a lion |
E-Everybody wants to pass as cats |
We all wanna be big big stars |
Yeah but we’ve got different reasons for that |
Believe in me 'cause I don’t believe in anything |
And I, 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 loves you, oh, son |
That’s just' bout as funky as you can be |
Mr. Jones and me staring 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 wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be |
Mr. Jones and me, we’re gonna be big stars |