Mr. Jones lyrics

Mr. Jones in the middle of the door,

stepping in to step out.

He's in town, he doesn't make a sound.

What's this, what is this about?

Uh, I'm figuring it out but I'm a little unsure.

I can't sleep here tonight.

Won't ask, do I really wanna know,

what Jones was doing last night?

What happened to the black suitcase,

in the middle of the dark staircase,

where he's hiding and acting like nothing is wrong?

Where'd he go? There he goes,

Mr. Jones suddenly gone... ha!

Fine dine, better wine then the rest.

He's got looks to kill.

In touch, but never too much,

oh no, alone left with the bill.

Black hat, Cadillac, lots of cash,

lots at stake.

Quick wits got a room at The Ritz.

Can't judge a man by what he makes.

What happened to the black suitcase,

in the middle of the dark staircase,

where he's hiding and acting like nothing is wrong?

Where'd he go? There he goes,

Mr. Jones suddenly gone.

(You wanna, do you, do you wanna?

Piranha, p-p-piranha...)

(You wanna, do you, do you wanna?

Piranha, p-p-piranha...)

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

I don't really wanna.

(Piranha p-p-piranha...)

Sleep without piranha.

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

I don't really wanna.

(You wanna Mr. Jones... shhh...)

What happened to the black suitcase,

in the middle of the dark staircase,

where he's hiding and acting like nothing is wrong?

Where'd he go? There he goes,

Mr. Jones suddenly gone.

What happened to the black suitcase,

in the middle of the dark staircase,

where he's hiding and acting like nothing is wrong?

Where'd he go? There he goes,

Mr. Jones suddenly gone.

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

I don't really wanna.

(Piranha p-p-piranha...)

Sleep without piranha.

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

I don't really wanna'.

(Piranha p-p-piranha...)

Sleep without piranha.

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

I don't really wanna'.

(Piranha p-p-piranha...)

Sleep without piranha.

(You wanna, do you, do you, you wanna...?)

Sleep without piranha.

You wanna Mr. Jones.