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
And 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, yeah
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes
Tell each other fairy tales
And we stare at the beautiful women
Ah, no, no, she's looking at me
Smilin' in the bright lights
Well, I'm gon' 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
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
Said I'm never gonna be lonely
Yeah, everybody wanna pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big stars
Yeah, but we got different reasons for that
'Cause I don't believe in anything
And I wanna be someone to believe, to believe, to believe
Stumbling through the barrio
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
Man, there's got to be somebody for me
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, ah son
That's just about as funky as you can be
When I look at the television, I want to see me
We all wanna 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
WRITERS
Adam Fredric Duritz, Ben G Mize, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Daniel John Vickrey, David Lynn Bryson, Matthew Mark Malley, Steve Bowman