Mr. Jones - Counting Crows

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

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 this silence down through the mornin'

Sha la la la la la la la yeah.. uh huh, yeah...

Cut up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin'yeah, but,

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Believe in me

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. 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 PicassoI 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 spotlightI bought myself a gray guitar

When everybody loves me, I'll never be lonelyI'll 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'll be just' bout as happy as I could be

Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.

Composição: Dave Bryson / Marty Jones / Toby Hawkins / Lydia Holly / Adam Duritz