Mr. Jones Lyrics

Mr. Jones, put a wiggle in your stride Loosen up, I believe he'll be alright 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
Mr. Jones is back in town It's his lucky day Hold up your hands and shout Jones is on his way
Pitter 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 alright
Sales men, 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 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