Counting Crows Mr Jones (live Acoustic) Lyrics

Mr Jones (live Acoustic) Lyrics

So you wanna be a rock n' roll star?

Well, listen now to what I say

Just get an electric guitar

And take some time

Learn how to play

Just learn how to play



Well, I was down at the New Amsterdam

Just staring at this yellow-haired girl

Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer

You know she dances while his father plays guitar

And she's suddenly beautiful

And we all want something beautiful

Man, I wish I was beautiful...



Lalalala



Oh, cut up, Maria

Come on, show me some of them Spanish dances

And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything

'Cause I wanna be someone who believes



Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairytales

And we stare at the beautiful women

"She's looking at you, nananana, she's looking at me"

Standing in this bright light coming through his 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 gray

All the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful

Yeah, you know gray?

It's my favorite color

I just get so confused every day

But if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play



Mr. Jones and me look into the future

We stare at all the beautiful women

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

Standing in this spotlight

Look at me I, I got myself this gray guitar

Man, when everybody loves me

I hope I never get lonely



Lalalala



Yeah, 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 don't believe in anything

And I don't 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

"Man, 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

Well, man, when everybody loves you

Sometimes that's just about as fucked up as you can be

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

But I did not go outside yesterday

Oh, don't wake me cause I was dreaming

And I might just stay inside again today

'Cause Mr. Jones and me, we don't see each other much anymore...