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