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[Am][F][Dm][G]Sha la la la la
[Am]la la  [F][G]uh huh...

[Am] I was down at the New [F]Amsterdam 
[Dm] staring at this [G]yellow-haired girl
Mr. [Am]Jones strikes up a conver[F]sation 
with this [G]black-haired flamenco dancer
You know [Am]she dances while 
his f[F]ather plays gui[Dm]tar.  
She's suddenly [G]beautiful
We [Am]all want something [F]beautiful,
[G]man, I wish I was beautiful

So come [Am]dance this silence 
[F]down through the morning[Dm]
Sha la la [G]la la la la la 
[Am]la yeah [F]    [G]uh huh  yeah
[Am] Cut up, Ma[F]ria! [Dm] 
Show me some of them [G]Spanish dances
And [Am]pass me a [F]bottle, 
Mr. [G]Jones
[Am]  Believe in [F]me. [Dm] 
Help me believe in [G]anything
Cause [Am]I want to be 
[F]someone who be[G]lieves, yeah

[C] Mr. [F]Jones and me[G], 
tell each other fairy tales
and [C]we stare at the beautiful w[F]omen
She's [G]looking at you.  
Ah, n[G]o, no, she's looking at m[C]e
Smiling in the [F]bright lights,
[G]coming through in stereo
When [C]everybody loves[F] you,
[G]you can never be lonely

Well, [Am]I will paint my [F]picture.[Dm]  
Paint myself in [G]blue 
and red and black and gray
[Am] All of the beautiful [F]colors are very, 
very[G]meaningful yeah, well you know
[Am]Gray is my favorite c[F]olor  
I-[Dm]I felt so sym[G]bolic yesterday
[Am] If I knew Pi[F]casso I would [G]buy 
myself a gray guitar and play

[C] Mr. [F]Jones and me,
[G]look into the future
yeah we [C]stare at the 
beautiful [F]women
She's [G]looking at you.  
Uh, I don't think so.  
She's looking at me.
[C]Standing in the [F]spotlight,
[G]I bought myself a gray guitar
When [C]everybody lo[F]-ves me,[G]  
I will never be lo-one-[Am]ly

I will never be[Fmaj7]lonely
I'm never [Am]gonna be looone-[G]ly
[Am]I want to be a lion. 
[F]Everybody wants to pass as cats
[Am]We all want to be big, big stars, 
yeah but[G]we got different 
reasons for that.
[Am] Believe in me because 
I [F]don't believe in anything
And [Am]I want to be someone to believe,
[G]to believe, to believe.

[C] Mr. [F]Jones and me,
[G]stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we [C]stare at the beautiful [F]women
She's [G]perfect for you, man, 
there's got to be somebody for me.
[C]I want to be Bob Dy[F]lan
Mr. [G]Jones wishes he was 
someone just a little more funky
When[C] everybody l[F]oves you, ah [G]son, 
that's just about as funky as you can be.

[C] Mr. [F]Jones and me,[G]staring at the video
When I [C]look at the tele[F]vision, 
I want to [G]see me staring right back at me.
[C]We all want to be [F]big stars, 
but we [G]don't know why, and we don't know how.
But when [C]everybody loves [F]me, 
I'm going to [G]be just about as happy as I can be.

[C]Mr. [F]Jones and me,[G]we're gonna be big stars