Mr. Jones (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997)

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

I was down at the New Amsterdam

Just 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

I will call up up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin'

And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.

Believe in me, help me believe in anything

'Cause I, I wanna be someone who believes

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."

Standing in this bright light, coming through in stereo

When everybody loves you, you should never be lonely

Well, I'm gonna paint myself a picture

Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray

All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful

Yeah, you know gray, it's my favorite color

I just get so confused everyday

But 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 hope I never get lonely

I wanna be a lion

Everybody wants to pass as cats

We all wanna be big, big,big, big stars

Yeah but then we get second thoughts about that

Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything

And I, I don't wanna be someone to believe

You should not believe in me.

'Cause Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio

Yeah we stare at the beautiful women