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Counting Crows - Mr. Jones



"Mr. Jones" is a song by American alternative rock band Counting Crows. It was released in December 1993 as the lead single from their debut album, August and Everything After (1993). It was the band's first radio hit and has been described as their breakout single.


"Mr. Jones" reached number five on the Billboard Hot 100 Airplay charts (now Billboard Radio Songs). Internationally, the song peaked at number one in Canada and number seven in France.




Lyrics


Shalalala la la la

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

She's suddenly beautiful

And we all want something beautiful

Man, I wish I was beautiful


So come dance this silence down through the morning

Shalalala la la la la, yeah

Uh huh, yeah cut up, Maria!

Show me some of them Spanish dances

And 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 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'll never be lonely

Said I'm never gonna be lonely


I wanna be a lion

Yeah, everybody wants to pass as cats

We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah

But we 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, ah son

That's just about 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 about as happy as I can be


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

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