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
You know she dances while his father plays guitar. She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful, I know I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Sha la la la la la la la la yeah uh huh yeah
Cut up, Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
And 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 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, well you know)
Gray is my favorite color I-I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
( * )
I will never be lonely
I'm never gonna be looone-ly
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 because 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 stare 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, ah 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 I can be.
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.....