Mr. jones de Counting Crows

I was down at the new amsterdam staring at this
Yellow-haired girl
Mr. jones strikes up a conversation with this black-
Haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut up maria! show me some of them spanish dances
Pas me a bottle mr. jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. jones and me tell each other fairy tales
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 lover you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
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
Stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
Uh, I don't think so. she's looking at me
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a a gray guitar
When everybody lover me, I will never be lonely

I want to be al lion
Everybody want to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different
Reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
And I want to be someone to believe

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 want to be bob dylan
Mr. jones wishes he was someone just al little
More funky
When everybody loves you, 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 want to see me staring
Right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why
And we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just
About as happy as can be
Mr. jones and me, we're gonna be big stars ...