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
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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
 "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
 I wanna be Bob Dylan
 Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
 When everybody loves you
 Sometimes that's just about as fucked up as you can be.
 Can't you hear me because I'm screaming
 I did not go outside yesterday
 Don't wake me 'cause I was dreaming
 And I might just stay inside again today
 Mr. Jones and me
 We don't see each other much anymore.