Mister Jones

Well he opens his eyes and he puts on a silk tie
Gazes in the mirror and gives himself a wink
Got a shiny new car rides around like a big star
Armani black, Mercedes blue, he’s in the pink

So here's to you, Mr. Jones
Got it all, you’re in the zone
Did you know you’re a clone...
Mr. Jones is all about
The things that really wear him out
He’s got to find a way, hey hey hey...

High society chic, wonders why he just can't sleep
Chases pain with valium and another drink
And his wife's gotta go cause his therapist says so
She takes everything but leaves the kitchen sink

Here's to you, Mr. Jones
Lost it all, on your own
Did you know you're alone
Mr Jones is throwin' out
All of the things he really cares about
He's got to find a way, hey hey hey...

And Mr. Jones he knows it's all forgiven now
He's home and daddy's killed the fatted calf
He'll never go back `cause he can't remember how
Turns away and starts to laugh...

Here's to you, Mr. Jones
Leave it all, let it go
Say goodbye,
say hello
Cause Mr. Jones is throwin' out
All of the things that he really cares about
He's finally found a way, hey hey hey...

lyrics by Jeff Smetana © 2001

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