NummerMr. Jones (Counting Crows)

Informatie

Nummer Jaar In de Tijdloze '15 '16
Mr. Jones 1993 9 noteringen ('99-'07) - -
Jaar Positie
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'99 95
'00 88
'01 75
'02 54
'03 46
'04 67
'05 66
'06 72
'07 78
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Songtekst

Shala lalala lala

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
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence
Down through the morning
Shala lalala lalala, 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

Mr. Jones and me
Tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you
Ah, no no, she's looking at me"
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely

Well, I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors
Are very very meaningful
Yeah but you know, grey 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
"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 will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars
Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me
'Cause I don't believe in anything
And I want to be someone
To believe, to believe, to believe

Mr. Jones and me
Stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we star at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you
Man, there's 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
That's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me
Staring at the video
When I look at the television
I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars
But we don't know why
And we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'm going to be just about as happy as can be

Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars