Myzsterious Mizster Jones — Slade

Myzsterious Mizster Jones. He'll wanna read your palm and keep you calm

Got a voodoo head on a lucky charm

With a snake tattoo going down his arm - The myzsterious Mizster Jones. Well he's the living proof of eternal youth

Got an icecold diamond in his tooth. And the walls will tumble when he hits the roof - The myzsterious Mizster Jones.

Oh what's good for him is bad for me

Oh it's hard to break a myzstery. A double dealing hero to bring you down to zero. His origins unkown and he ain't got no home - The myzsterious Mizster Jones.

He's into shooting stars eccentric cars

Grew up fussing fighting in the bars. All he's got to show for it's the battle scars - The myzsterious Mizster Jones. Oh what's good for him is bad for me . . .

Whatever makes him tick go take your pick With a five line rhyming limerick. Is it his silver tongue? Well maybe that's the trick Of the myzsterious Mizster Jones. Oh what's good for him is bad for me . . . The myzsterious Mizster Jones - the myzsterious MizsterJones.