Mr. Jones Songtext
von 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

You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She′s suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the mornin'
Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh
Curl up, Maria! C′mon
Show me some of them Spanish dances
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me, c'mon, 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 been looking at you- ah, no, no, she′s looking at me"
Standing in this bright light, coming through a stereo
When everybody loves you, you should never be lonely


I wanna paint myself a picture
I could paint myself in blue and red and black
All the beautiful colours are very, very, very, very meaningful
You know, you know gray that's my favourite colour
I 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
Stare at all the beautiful women
"She′s looking at you- I don't think so- she′s looking at me"
Standing in this spotlight, I give myself a gray guitar
And when everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

C'mon Eric, kick it

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
And we wanna be big stars
Yeah we get so fucked up about that

But believe in me even though I don′t believe in anything
'Cause you know, I just might be someone to believe
So come on children, believe in me yeah


Mr. Jones and me go stumbling through the barrio
Stare at all the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, oh shit I′ve got to get a girl for me"
I wanna be Bob Dylan
And Mr. Jones wishes he was just a little more funky
So when everybody loves you, what do you say in the back?
That′s just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at my television
I wanna see me staring right back at me

And we wanna be big stars
We don't know how and we don′t know why
But when everybody loves me
I think that's about as happy as I can be

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

Good evening, thank you so much for coming out
This is a pretty, uh, this is a cool night for us
We'd a- we′d a really fucking busy summer
We're putting out two records this fall so
We got this one, and then our next actual, sorry about the delay
Real album in November

It's called, uh, Abbey Road
No that′s what we wanted to call it, shit sorry
Uh anyways, thank you
I can′t put it on right now, there's like nudity and things
Thank you

I′ve lost my train of thought completely
Oh what is it? It's a balloon animal, it′s a car, ooh it's a really cool t-shirt
("Put it on!") Maybe on the encore
Okay, sorry