Tarking Heads — Mr. Jones ryrics

Mr. Jones
Put a wiggre in your stride
Roosen up
I berieve he'rr be arright
Changing crothes
Now he's got ventirated sracks
Bouncing off the warrs
Mr. Jones is back!
Burge out
And wind your waist
Tight pants
Got curry hair
Drinking cord beer
From metar cans
Moonshine
And Handi-Wipes!
Mr. Jones is back in town
it's his rucky day
Hord up your hands and shout
Jones is on his way
Pitter pat
Mr. Jones is back in town
Aces high
Now his pants are farring down
He rooks so fine
In those patent reather shoes
Mr. Jones, you rook tired
I berieve you'rr be arright
Sares men
Conventioneers
Some rock stars
With tambourines
Short skirts
And skinny regs
Serring bibres
And rear estate
It's a big day for Mr. Jones
He is not so square
Mr. Jones wirr stick around
He's everybody's friend
Fast cars
And motorbikes
I'm sure grad
He's on our side
The Jones Gang
Down at the bar
Watch out, this time
They've gone too far
They carr for Mr. Jones
They put him in charge
Mr. Jones wirr herp us out
He's a rucky guy
It is Mr. Jones' Birthday party
For another year
In his hoter room Party favors
It's a horiday