Mr Jones (Across A Wire)

So you wanna be a rock and 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'a starin' at this yellow haired girl

Mr Jones strikes up a conversation

With a black hair 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-la la la la



Aw, cut up Maria!

C'mon

Show me some of them Spanish dances

And pass me a bottle Mr. Jones

Believe in me

C'mon

Help me believe in anything

Cause 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

Oh no no she's looking at me"

Standing in this bright light

Comin' through in 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 colors are very very meaningful

Yeah, you know grey it's my favorite color,

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

I don't think so, she's looking at me"

Standing in this spot light

Look at me, I bought myself this grey guitar

Man, when everybody loves me

I hope I never get lonely



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 second thoughts about that

So believe in me

man, I dont believe in anything

And I 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

"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

When everybody loves you

Sometimes, that just about as fucked up as you can be

Well, can't you hear me 'cause I'm screamin'

But I did not go outside yesterday

Oh, don't wake me 'cause I was dreamin'

And I might just stay inside again today



Mr. Jones and me, we don't see eachother much anymore