Am 
 
F 
 
Dm 
 
G 
Sha la la la la la la u
Am 
 
huh…
F 
G 
G 
 
Am 
I was down at the New Amster
F 
dam 
 
sta
Dm 
ring at this  
G 
yellow-haired girlMr.  
Am 
Jones strikes up a convers
F 
ation with this black-
G 
haired flamenco dancer
Am 
She dances while his father  
F 
plays 
 
gu
Dm 
itar. She’s suddenly be
G 
autifulWe 
 
 
Am 
all want somethin
F 
 
beaut
G 
iful, I wish I was beautiful
 
So
Am 
come dance this silence  
F 
down through the morningDm G Am F G *Sha la la la la la la la yeah uh huh…
Am 
Cut up, Ma
F 
ria! 
 
Show
Dm 
me some of them Span
G 
ish 
 
dances
Am 
Pass me a bo
F 
ttle, 
 
Mr
G 
 
Jones
Am 
Believe in me
F 
 
He
Dm 
lp me believe in an
G 
ything‘
Am 
Cause I want to b
F 
e someone who beli
G 
eves
 
C 
Mr. 
 
J
F 
ones 
 
and
G 
me tell each other fairy tales
C 
Stare at the beautiful women
F 
G 
”She’s looking at you. Ah, no, no, she’s looking at me.”
 
C 
Smiling in the brig
F 
ht lights, coming thr
G 
ough in stereoWhen  
C 
everyb
F 
ody loves you,  
G 
you can never be lonely
 
Am 
I will paint my pict
F 
ure. 
 
 
Dm 
Paint myself in blue a
G 
nd red and black and gray
Am 
All of the beautiful colors
F 
are very, very meaning
G 
fulAm F Dm G *(you know) Gray is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday
Am 
If I knew Picass
F 
o I would buy myse
G 
lf a gray guitar and play
 
C 
Mr. 
 
 
F 
Jones 
 
and
G 
me look into the future
C 
Stare at the beautiful women
F 
G 
”She’s looking at you. Uh, I don’t think so. She’s looking at me.”
C 
Standing in the spotl
F 
ight 
 
 
G 
I bought myself a gray guitarWhen  
C 
everyb
F 
ody loves me,  
G 
I will never be lonely
Am 
 
I wil
Am 
l never be lonelyI  
G 
will never be lonely
 
Am 
I want to be a lion. Everyb
F 
ody wants to pass as cats
Am 
We All want to be big, big stars, but we got diffe
G 
rent reasons for that.
Am 
Believe in me because I don’t bel
F 
ieve in anythingAnd  
Am 
I want to be someone to believe, to b
G 
elieve, to believe.
 
C 
Mr. 
 
 
F 
Jones 
 
and
G 
me stumbling through the barrioYe
C 
ah we stare at the beautiful wo
F 
men“
G 
She’s perfect for you, man, there’s got to be somebody for me.”
C 
I want to be Bob Dyla
F 
nMr.
G 
Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
 
When  
C 
everyb
F 
ody loves you,  
G 
son, that’s just about as funky as you can be.
 
C 
Mr. 
 
J
F 
ones 
 
and
G 
me staring at the videoW
C 
hen I look at the te
F 
levision, I want
G 
to see me staring right back at me.
C 
We all want to be big st
F 
ars, but we don’t know w
G 
hy, and we don’t know how.But
C 
when everybody  
F 
loves me, I’m going to be jus
G 
t about as happy as I can be.
C 
Mr. 
 
 
F 
Jones and me
G 
, we’re gonna be big stars…..


These known chords are used in this song.