Talking Heads - Mr. Jones lyrics

Mr. Jones
Put a wiggle in your stride
Loosen up
I believe he will be alright
Changing clothes
Now he has got ventilated slacks
Bouncing off the walls
Mr. Jones is back!
Bulge out
And wind your waist
Tight pants
Got curly hair
Drinking cold beer
From metal cans
Moonshine
And Handi-Wipes!
Mr. Jones is back in town
It is his lucky day
Hold up your hands & shout
Jones is on his way
Pitter pat
Mr. Jones is back in town
Aces high
Now his pants are falling down
He looks so fine
In those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones you look tired
I believe you will be alright
Sales men
Conventioneers
Some rock stars
With tamborines
Short skirts
And skinny legs
Selling bibles
And real estate
It is a big day for Mr. Jones
He isn´t so square
Mr. Jones will stick around
He has everybody´s friend
Fast cars
And motorbikes
I am sure glad
He has on our side
The Jones Gang
Down at the bar
Watch out, this time
They´ve gone too far
They call for Mr. Jones
They put him in charge
Mr. Jones will help us out
He has a lucky guy
It´s Mr. Jones´ Birthday party
For another yeahr
In his hotel room Party favors
It is a holiday


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