Mr. Jones Lyrics - Talking Heads

Mr. Jones 

Put a wiggle in your stride 

Loosen up 

I believe he'll be all right 

He's changing clothes 

Now he's got ventilated slacks 

Bouncing off the walls 

Mr. Jones is back 

Bulge out 

And wind your waist 

Tight pants 

And got curly hair 

Drinking cold beer 

From metal cans 

Moonshine 

And Handi-Wipes 

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Mr. Jones is back in town 

It's his lucky day 

Hold up your hands and shout 

Jones is on his way 

Spoken: 

Mr. Jones 

Will that be cash or charge, Mr. Jones? 

Pit-a-pat 

Mr. Jones is back in town 

Aces high 

And now his pants are falling down 

He looks so fine 

In those patent leather shoes 

Mr. Jones, you look tired 

I believe you'll be all right 

Photos 

Salesmen 

Conventioneers 

Some rock stars 

With tambourines 

Short skirts 

And skinny legs 

Selling Bibles 

And real estate 

It's a big day for Mr. Jones 

He is not so square 

Mr. Jones will stick around 

He's everybody's friend 

Fast cars 

And motorbikes 

I'm sure glad 

He's on our side 

The Jones gang 

Is down at the bar 

Watch out, this time 

They've gone too far 

They call for Mr. Jones 

They put him in charge 

Mr. Jones will help us out 

He's a lucky guy 

It is Mr. Jones' birthday party 

For another year 

In his hotel room, party favors 

It's a holiday 

Spoken: 

Mr. Jones 

Telephone call for Mr. Jones 

Mr. Jones is down at the bar, sir