Mr. Jones - Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997 - Counting Crows

So you want to 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

Sha la la la la la la, hmm, uh huh

I was down at the New Amsterdam

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

So she's suddenly beautiful

And we all want something beautiful

Man I wish I was beautiful.

So come dance this silence down through the mornin'

Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh yeah

Curl 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, 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'm gonna 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 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

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 will never be lonely

I will never be lonely, son, I'm never gonna be lonely.

I wanna be a lion

E-Everybody wants to pass as cats

We all wanna be big big stars

Yeah but we've got different reasons for that

Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything

And I, I wanna be someone to believe

To believe, to believe, yeah.

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, oh, son

That's just' bout as funky as you can be.

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video

When I look at the television

I wanna see me staring right back at me

We all wanna be big stars

But we don't know why and we don't know how

But when everybody loves me

I wanna be just' bout as happy as I could be

Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.