I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With this black-haired flamenco dancer

She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down
Through the morning
Cut up Maria
Show me some of them Spanish dances

Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes
 
Mr. Jones and me
Tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"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
 
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red
And black and gray
All of the beautiful colors
Are very, very meaningful

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
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
 
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
 
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, 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 can be

Mr. Jones and me
We're gonna be big stars