Sha la la la la la la, Mmmm...   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   She's suddenly beautiful   We all want something beautiful   Man, I wish I was beautiful      So come dance the silence down through the morning    Sha la la la la la la la yeah    Uh huh, yeah      Cut up Maria!    Show me some of that Spanish dancin',   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."   Smilin' 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 lone…ly   I will never be lonely   Said, I'm never gonna be   Lone...ly      I want to be a lion   Yeah, 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   Yeeeaahh      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,    Oh! 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…