Mr. Jones o Pequeña Semblanza de Una Familia Tipo Americana
Charly García
Mr. Jones or Brief Portrait of a Typical American Family
Mr. Jones opened the door
He saw his mother just dead
And the blood on the vest was cleaned
He kept his mother in the wardrobe
He added more wood to the fire
The very harsh winter approached
He called his wife and said:
Mom is dead in the wardrobe
Of course, I killed her
She set the table wrong
I sank an axe into her head
And the blood stained the upholstery
What a shame, baby!
And Mr. Jones worked
And his wife killed
And the kids ran around
They ate the little birds
The dogs and the kittens
And other creatures that wandered around
And the police arrived
With a car and two trams
To arrest the whole family
I don't know why, sergeant
You're taking me to the station
If we are a very normal family (ho-ho)
If we are a very normal family (yeah-yeah)
If we are a very normal family!
