Dm               A#
Well I was down at the New Amsterdam
     Gm              C
Just staring at this yellow haired girl
Dm                    A#                   C
Mr Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer
       Dm                   A#            Gm                        C
You no she dancers well his father plays guitar and she’s suddenly beautif
ul
       Dm                               A#            C
And we all want something beautiful…man I wish I was beautiful lalalala
    Dm     A#
Oh, cut up Maria,
         Gm                        C
Come on, show me some of them Spanish dancers
    Dm        A#           C
And pass me a bottle Mr Jones
    Dm         A#            Gm                 C               Dm         A#
Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything, cause I wanna be someon
e
     C
who believes
 
F   A#                    C
Mr Jones and me tell each other fairytales
    F                                      A#                     C
And we stare at the beautiful women, she’s looking at you nananana, she
217;s looking at me
F                      A#             C
Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo
F                        A#                C
When everybody loves you…you should never be lonely
 
      Dm                A#
Well I wanna paint myself a picture
Gm                   C
I wanna paint myself in blue, and red, and black and grey
Dm               A#                     C
All the beautiful colours are very very meaningful
             Dm            A#
Ya, you know grey? It’s my favourite colour
Gm                     C
I just get so confused every day
      Dm      A#                C
but if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a grey guitar and play
 
F   A#           C
Mr Jones and me look into the future
F                                        A#                     C
We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s looking at you, man I don&#
8217;t think so she’s looking at me
F                           A#                    C
Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar
         F        A#
Man when everybody loves me
  C
I hope I never get lonely lalalala
 
        Dm
Yeah, I wanna be a lion
                A#
I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats
Dm
We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars
     C
Yeah but then we get seconds thoughts about that
    Dm                 A#
So, believe in me, man I don’t believe in anything
Dm                   C
And I don’t wanna be someone to believe
You should not believe in me
 
      F    A#                   C
Cause Mr Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio
F                  A#                           C
We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s perfect for you
There’s got to be someone for me
F              A#         C
I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
         F              A#                  C
Well man when everybody loves you, sometimes that’s just about as fucked u
p as you can be
 
F              A#                C
Well can’t you hear me cause I’m dreaming
F               A#           C
But I did not go outside yesterday
       F              A#
Oh, don’t wake me cause I was dreaming
C
And I might just stay inside again today
       F   A#                                       C
Cause Mr Jones and me, we don’t see each other much anymore!

Rastgele