Go Mister Jones

I’m just making a living

Don’t like making decisions

And if it’s not too late

Well I’ve got so much to say

And is it tempting fate?

Can I do things my own way?

Please don’t write me off just yet

Just go Mr Jones

Just go Mr Jones

 

Well I think I need a vacation

Pack my bags, now I’m stood at the station

And if it’s all the same

Can I leave my phone behind

I need to breathe some clean, clean air

And escape the daily grind

Don’t expect a postcard soon

Just go Mr Jones

Just go Mr Jones

 

I’m just making a living

Don’t like making decisions

And on the plane I’m dreaming

Of the prizes I will win

When I write that song about

The life of a self-made man

Please don’t write me off just yet

Please don’t write me off just yet

Please don’t write me off just yet

Just go Mr Jones