Am               F
Well I was down at the New Amsterdam
     Dm              G
Just staring at this yellow haired girl
Am                    F                   G
Mr Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamingo dancer
       Am                   F            Dm                        G
You no she dancers well his father plays guitar and she’s suddenly beautif
ul
       Am                               F            G
And we all want something beautiful…man I wish I was beautiful lalalala
    Am     F
Oh, cut up Maria,
         Dm                        G
Come on, show me some of them Spanish dancers
    Am        F           G
And pass me a bottle Mr Jones
    Am         F            Dm                 G               Am         F
Oh, believe in me, come on, help me believe in anything, cause I wanna be someon
e
     G
who believes

C   F                    G
Mr Jones and me tell each other fairytales
    C                                      F                     G
And we stare at the beautiful women, she’s looking at you nananana, she
217;s looking at me
C                      F             G
Standing in this bright light coming through his stereo
C                        F                G
When everybody loves you…you should never be lonely

      Am                F
Well I wanna paint myself a picture
Dm                   G
I wanna paint myself in blue, and red, and black and grey
Am               F                     G
All the beautiful colours are very very meaningful
             Am            F
Ya, you know grey? It’s my favourite colour
Dm                     G
I just get so confused every day
      Am      F                G
but if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

C   F           G
Mr Jones and me look into the future
C                                        F                     G
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
C                           F                    G
Standing in this spotlight, look at me I, I got myself this grey guitar
         C        F
Man when everybody loves me
  G
I hope I never get lonely lalalala

        Am
Yeah, I wanna be a lion
                F
I know, I know, everybody wants to pass as cats
Am
We all wanna be big, big, big, big, big stars
     G
Yeah but then we get seconds thoughts about that
    Am                 F
So, believe in me, man I don’t believe in anything
Am                   G
And I don’t wanna be someone to believe
You should not believe in me

      C    F                   G
Cause Mr Jones and me, we just went stumbling through the barrio
C                  F                           G
We stare at all the beautiful women, man she’s perfect for you
There’s got to be someone for me
C              F         G
I wanna be Bob Dylan, Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
         C              F                  G
Well man when everybody loves you, sometimes that’s just about as fucked u
p as you can be

C              F                G
Well can’t you hear me cause I’m dreaming
C               F           G
But I did not go outside yesterday
       C              F
Oh, don’t wake me cause I was dreaming
G
And I might just stay inside again today
       C   F                                       G
Cause Mr Jones and me, we don’t see each other much anymore!

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