Am F Dm
           G                   Am F G
           Sha la la la la la la...     uh, huh...
        Am                                    F                  Dm                      G
           I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
                 Am                                     F                   G
           Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer
           Now, 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 this silence down through the morning
           Sha la la la la la la, yeah... uh huh, yeah
           Cut up Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
           And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
           Believe in me, help me believe in anything
           Cause I want to be someone who believes, yeah

                           C    F                    G
                           Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
                                        C                                  F
                           And we stare at the beautiful women
                                      G
                           "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 want to 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. Uh, 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

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

                           Mr. Jones and me stumblin' 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, 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 wanna be just about as happy as I can be
                           Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars...