Some rock stars with tambourines
Aces high and now his pants are falling down
Short skirts and skinny legs
Tight pants and got curly hair
Sales men, conventioneers
It is Mr. Jones' birthday party
They call for Mr. Jones
He looks so fine in those patent leather shoes
Fast cars and motorbikes
Mr. Jones will help us out
Moonshine and handi-wipes
Mr. Jones is back in town
Mr. Jones, you look tired, I believe you'll be alright
It's a big day for Mr. Jones
Bulge out and wind your waist
He's everybody's friend
Pitter pat, Mr. Jones is back in town
They put him in charge
Bouncing off the walls, Mr. Jones is back
Watch out, this time they've gone too far
I'm sure glad, he's on our side
Drinking cold beer from metal cans
For another year
In his hotel room party favors
It's his lucky day
Hold up your hands and shout
Selling Bibles and real estate
The Jones gang down at the bar
He's a lucky guy
Jones is on his way
He is not so square
Changing clothes, now he's got ventilated slacks
Mr. Jones will stick around
