Dear Mr. Jones lyrics

Watching the kids on a Monday morning

Dad's at work on a play

Loads to be done, but he keeps on yawning

Cursing the break of day

Ask the bankman for a loan

Tell him all about your home

Get a friend for life just like your wife ought to be, dear Mr. Jones

Think that his neighbors can't survive

Not without luxury

Can't afford kids, staying next on the list

First – get a new TV

Never hard to give a loan

To a man with such a home

Get a friend for life just like your wife ought to be, dear Mr. Jones

Dear Mr. Jones went on a caper

Dreams seem to force him to work on a paper

So lots of things we couldn't see

He's being what he wants to be

Ever so lonely, all on his own

Break for time for some tea

Postman knocks on the door of his soul

How many letters? – Three

Dear Mr. Jones, you're simply dear Mr. Jones

Humble, obedient servant, dear Mr. Jones, oh dear me

Watching the kids on his own in the world

Mixing a laugh with a moan

It takes all sorts to make up the world

Little sorts like dear Mr. Jones

Dear Mr. Jones went on a caper

Dreams seem to force him to work on a paper

So lots of things we couldn't see

He's being what he wants to be

Watching the kids on his own in the world

Mixing a laugh with a moan

It takes all sorts to make up the world

Little sorts like dear Mr. Jones

Dear Mr. Jones, dear Mr. Jones