Originally in C, I play in G. Still need to falsetto on “Jones”.
Intro
| Em | C | Am | D |
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| Sha la la la la | la la, | uh-huh |
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| I was down at the New | Amsterdam | staring at this | yellow-haired girl |
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| Mr. | Jones strikes up a convers | ation with a | black-haired flamenco dancer |
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| You know | she dances while his | father plays guit | ar, she’s suddenly b | eautiful |
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| Well we | all want something | beautiful, | man I wish I was beautiful |
| Em | C | |
| So come | dance this silence | down through the morning |
| Am | D | Em | C | D |
| Sha la l | a la la la la, | la, yeah | uh-huh, yeah |
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| Cut up, Mari | a, s | how me some of them | Spanish dances |
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| Pass me a | bottle, Mr. Jones |
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| Believe in me, | help me believe in | anything |
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| ‘Cause I | want to be | someone who believes, | yeah |
| G | C | D |
| Mr. J | ones and me | tell each other fairy tales |
| G | C | |
| And we s | tare at the beautiful wo | men |
| D | |
| She’s | looking at you, ah, no, no, she looking at me |
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| Smiling in the | bright lights, | comin’ through in stereo |
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| When | everybody loves | you, | you can never be lonely |
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| Well, | I’m gon’ paint my | picture, | paint myself in | blue and red and black and gray |
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| All of the beautiful | colors are very, | very meaningful |
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| Yeah, you know | gray is my favorite | color I | felt so sym | bolic yesterday |
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| If I knew Picas | so I would | buy myself a gray guitar and play |
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| Mr. | Jones and me | look into the future |
| G | C | |
| Yeah, we | stare at the beautiful wo | men |
| D | |
| She’s-a | looking at you, I don’t think so, she’s looking at me |
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| Standing in the | spotlight | I bought myself a gray guitar |
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| When | everybody loves | me, | I will never be lonel | y |
| C | |
| I will never be l | onely |
| Em | D | |
| Said I’m never | gonna be lonel | y |
| Em | C |
| I wanna be a lion, | everybody wanna pass as cats |
| Em | D |
| We all wanna be big, big stars, yeah but | we got different reasons for that |
| Em | C |
| Believe in me ‘cause I | don’t believe in anything |
| Em | D | |
| And I | , I wanna be someone to believe, | to believe, to believe, yeah |
| G | C | D |
| Mr. J | ones and me | stumbling through the barrio |
| G | C | |
| Yeah we s | tare at the beautiful | women |
| D | |
| She’s | perfect for you, man there’s got to be somebody for me |
| G | C |
| I want to be Bob | Dylan |
| D | |
| Mr. | Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky |
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| When | everybody lov | es you, ah | son, that’s just about as funky as you can be |
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| Mr. J | ones and me | staring at the video |
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| When I l | ook at the tele | vision, I want to s | ee me staring right back at me |
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| We all want to be | big stars, but we | don’t know why, and we don’t know how |
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| But when | everybody loves | me, I’m going to | be just about as happy as I can be |
Hang the V
| G | C | D |
| Mr. | Jones and me, | we’re gonna be big stars |