Mi si é inceppato il repeat 
Strano come a volte una canzone ti entri in testa e non ti molli per ore. Tornando a casa la radio stava trasmettendo Mr. Jones dei Counting Crows e continuo ancora adesso ad averla per la testa che gira. Non male... allegra, pimpante, piena di energia! SE però entro domattina sta cosa non passa allora io a 'sto signor Jones potrei voler sparare una fucilata. 
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 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 
Greg 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 star 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.. 
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