Mr. Jones

[Intro]
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Sha la la la la la la
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uh huh...


[Verse]
Fm                
  I was down at the
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New Amsterdam staring
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at this yellow-haired girl
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  Mr. Jones strikes
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up a conversation
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  with this black-haired
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flamenco dancer
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  She dances while his
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father plays guitar.
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She's suddenly beautiful
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We all want something beautiful,
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I wish I was beautiful


[Verse]
        Fm                 
  So come dance this silence
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down through the morning
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   Sha la la la la la la la  yeah
C#          D#  D#
  uh huh...
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  Cut up, Maria! Show me some
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of them Spanish dances
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  Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
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  Believe in me.
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Help me believe in anything
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  'Cause I want to be
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someone who believes


[Chorus]
G#    C#             D#  
  Mr. Jones and me tell
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each other fairy tales
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 Stare at the beautiful women
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  "She's looking at you.
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Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."

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  Smiling in the bright lights,
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coming through in stereo
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  When everybody loves you,
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you can never be lonely


[Verse]
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I will paint my picture.
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Paint myself in blue and

red and black and gray
Am 
  
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All of the beautiful colors are very,
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very meaningful
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  (you know) Gray
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is my favorite color
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I felt so symbolic yesterday
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If I knew Picasso I would buy myself
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a gray guitar and play


[Chorus]
G#    C#           
  Mr. Jones and me
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look into the future
G#                   C#
 Stare at the beautiful women
       D#
"She's looking at you.
D#  
Uh, I don't think so.

She's looking at me."
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  Standing in the spotlight
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I bought myself a gray guitar
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  When everybody loves me,
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I will never be lonely


[Bridge]
     Fm         C#
I will never be lonely
  A#m            D#
I will never be lonely


[Verse]
Fm           
  I want to be a lion.
C#
Everybody wants to pass as cats
Am 
  
                     
We All want to be big, big stars,
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but we got different

reasons for that.
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  Believe in me because
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I don't believe in anything
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  And I want to be someone to
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believe, to believe, to believe.


[Chorus]
G#   C#             D#        
  Mr. Jones and me stumbling
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through the barrio
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  Yeah we stare at
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the beautiful women
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"She's perfect for you, man, there's

got to be somebody for me."
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 I want to be Bob Dylan
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Mr. Jones wishes he was someone

just a little more funky
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When everybody loves you, son,
                     
  that's just about as
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funky as you can be.


[Chorus]
G#    C#            
   Mr. Jones and me
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staring at the video
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When I look at the television,
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I want to see me staring

right back at me.
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We all want to be big stars,

but we don't know why,
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and we don't know how.
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But when everybody loves me,
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  I'm going to be just about
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as happy as I can be.
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Mr. Jones and me, we're

gonna be big stars