Mister A. Jones was standing In the parkway in the city Some people turned their heads And said it was a pity He didn't know That his face and clothes were tattered And the fact he'd lost respect Really didn't matter Mister A. Jones We gotta work together Mister A. Jones You're gonna need some help He lived a time ago Was a colonel in the war? Giving out instruction Never loathed him more and more And then a gun was fired Everything went dead And when he woke up There was nothing inside his head Mister A. Jones We gotta work together Mister A. Jones You're gonna need some help And after many years of drifting Cross the country He couldn't find no work He couldn't hope at all He started living On the beaches in the sidewalk And he couldn't tell What went really wrong Mister A. Jones We gotta work together Mister A. Jones You're gonna need some help Mister A. Jones We gotta work together Mister A. Jones You're gonna need some help Mister A. Jones We gotta work together Mister A. Jones You're gonna need some help.