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

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

Now his pants are falling down

He looks so fine

In those patent leather shoes

Mr. Jones, you look tired

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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