Lyrics:

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

SheÚFFFFB4s suddenly beautiful,

We all want something

beautiful,

Man I wish I was beautiful



So come dance this silence

down through the morning,

Sha la la la la la la la yeah,

ooh, yeah

Cut up, Maria! Show me some

of them Spanish dances

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones

Believe in me

Help me believe in anything

Cause I want to be someone who

believes



Yeah, Mr. Jones and me tell each

other fairy tales

And we stare at the beatiful women

'SheÚFFFFB4s looking at you. Ah,

no, no, sheÚFFFFB4s looking at me.'

Smiling in the bright lights

Coming through in stereo

When everybody loves 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

'SheÚFFFFB4s looking at you.

Uh, I donÚFFFFB4t think so. SheÚFFFFB4s

looking at me.'

Standing in the spotlight

I bought myself a gray guitar

When everybody loves me, I will

never be lonely..I will never be lonely

Said I'm never gonna be lonely



I want to be a lion

Everybody wants to pass as cats

We all want to be big big

stars, but we got different

reasons for that

Believe in me because I donÚFFFFB4t

believe in anything

and I want to be someone to

believe, to believe, to believe,

Yeah



Mr. Jones and me stumbling

through the barrio

Yeah we stare at the beautiful

women

'SheÚFFFFB4s perfect for you, Man,

thereÚFFFFB4s got to be somebody for

me.'

I want to be Bob Dylan

Mr. Jones wishes he was

someone just a little more funky

When everybody loves you,

son, thatÚFFFFB4s just about as funky

as you can be



Mr. Jones and me staring at

the video

When I look at the television, I

I want to see me staring right

back at me

We all want to be big stars,

but we donÚFFFFB4t know why and we donÚFFFFB4t know how

But when everybody loves me,

IÚFFFFB4m going to be just about as

happy as I can be

Mr. Jones and me, weÚFFFFB4re gonna

be big stars ....





Words by Adam Duritz

Music by Adam Duritz and David Bryson

1993

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Transcribed by

Edgard Benitez: ebenitez@urano.mia.uv.mx

with special collaboration of

Nicandro Cruz: ncruz@urano.mia.uv.mx