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
while his father plays guitar
And we all want something beautiful
Man, I wish I was beautiful
So come dance the silence down
Sha-la- 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
Well, I'm gon' paint my picture
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
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,
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
When everybody loves you, ah son
