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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMr. Jones
Mr. JonesPut a wiggle in your strideLoosen upI believe he'll be alrightChanging clothesNow he's got ventilated slacksBouncing off the wallsMr. Jones is back!Bulge outAnd wind your waistTight pantsGot curly hairDrinking cold beerFrom metal cansMoonshineAnd Handi-Wipes!Mr. Jones is back in townIt's his lucky dayHold up your hands and shoutJones is on his wayPitter patMr. Jones is back in townAces highNow his pants are falling downHe looks so fineIn those patent leather shoesMr. Jones you look tiredI believe you'll be alrightSales menConventioneersSome rock starsWith tamborinesShort skirtsAnd skinny legsSelling biblesAnd real estateIt's a big day for Mr. JonesHe is not so squareMr. Jones will stick aroundHe's everybody's friendFast carsAnd motorbikesI'm sure gladHe's on our sideThe Jones GangDown at the barWatch out, this timeThey've gone too farThey call for Mr. JonesThey put him in chargeMr. Jones will help us outHe's a lucky guyIt is Mr. Jones' Birthday partyFor another yearIn his hotel room Party favorsIt's a holiday
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