Mrs. Jones was a maid
And she polished and she cleaned
Tried so hard to hide the pain
Nothing's quite as it seems
Nothing's quite as it seems
Falling apart at the seams
Nothing's quite as it seems
Mr. Jones was a man
Work - working every day
And then he never knew what love was
Then she went away
And she never returned
Then she went away
Away
What have you done, Mr. Jones
Now she's gone
What have you done, Mr. Jones
Those who seek the light merely cover their eyes
They forage and fight, just to leave it all behind
You forget who you are, you look for love outside
Oh why, oh why did you leave
Begging please
Good morning Mr. Jones
Good morning Mr. Jones
Good morning Mr
Oh, good morning Mr
Good morning Mr. Jones