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Mr. Jones

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 backBulge out and wind your waist

Tight pants and got curly hair

Drinking cold beer from metal cans

Moonshine and handi-wipesMr. Jones is back in town

It's his lucky day

Hold up your hands and shout

Jones is on his wayPitter 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 alrightSales men, conventioneers

Some rock stars with tambourines

Short skirts and skinny legs

Selling Bibles and real estateIt's a big day for Mr. Jones

He is not so square

Mr. Jones will stick around

He's everybody's friendFast 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 farThey call for Mr. Jones

They put him in charge

Mr. Jones will help us out

He's a lucky guyIt is Mr. Jones' birthday party

For another year

In his hotel room party favors

It's a holiday

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