Intro: 

            Am    F     Dm    G                   
                               sha la la la la la la
            Am    F     G     G
                                Uh ha

            Verse1:

            Am                F             Dm              G 
            I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow haired girl
                Am                          F                 G 
            Mr. Jones strikes up this conversation whith this black haired flamenco dancer
            Am                   F             Dm                      G 
            She dances while his father playes guitar.  She's suddenly beautiful
            Am                F                      G 
            We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful

                  Am                 F                          Dm          G 
            So come dance this silence down through the morning.  sha la la la la la
            Am   F  G
               Uh, huh...
            Am      F       Dm                      G 
            Cut up Maria!  Show me some of them spanish dances.
            Am        F           G 
            Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
            Am         F    Dm                 G 
            Believe in me   Help me believe in anything
                   Am             F           G 
            (cause)I want to be someone who believes

            Chorus:
       
            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."
            C             F 
            Smiling in the bright lights
            G
            Comming through in sterio
            C              F          G 
            When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

            Verse 2:
         
            Am              F           Dm            G 
            I will paint my picture   Paint my self in blue and red and black and grey
            Am                   F                    G 
            All of the beautiful colors are very very meaninful
                       Am         F              Dm                 G 
            (You know) Grey is my favorite color I felt so            symbolic yesterday
            Am        F               G 
            If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and play
 
            Chorus:

            C   F            G 
            Mr. Jones and me look into the future
            C            F            
            Stare at the beautiful women
            G
            "She's looking at you.  Uh, I don't think so.  She's looking at me."
            C                F         G 
            Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a grey guitar
            C            F           G                  
            When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

            Bridge:

            Am                         Fmaj7
                    I will never be lonely
                    Am                 G
            Said I'm never gonna be lonely
            Am                  Fmaj7
            I want to be a lion   EE.. Everybody wants to pass as cats
            Am                               G
            We all want to be big big stars, but we got diffrent reasons for that.
            Am                    Fmaj7
            Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
              Am                         G
            and I want to be someone to believe, to believe, to believe  Yeah,

            Chorus:

            C   F            G 
            Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
            C                   F
            Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
            G
            "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be Somebody for me."
            C                F
            I want to be Bob Dylan 
                 G
            Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
            C              F              G 
           When everybody loves you, Oh son, that's just about as funky as you can be.

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