[Verse 1]
Papa stashed it away and it wasn't waiting for no rainy day
With a pool in our backyard and he never worked too hard
He was nobody’s fool and he sent me to a very private school
It was easy, it was fun, and one by one I let my days go by (getting high)
[Chorus]
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
[Verse 2]
Do you recall? The gallery, the writing on the wall?
All the words and the wine me believing they were mine
Now the only words I hear say my dreams will disappear and turn to clay (and lead the way)
[Chorus]
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
[Verse 3]
One more lonely night and no one here but just myself and I
There is nothing I can do my fighting days are through, if you please
I'm on my knees
[Chorus]
Now the days of alms have past there's no more rainbows to be had
Just thinking 'bout the days that used to be
But a monkey on a silver string ain't really all that bad
Just waiting 'til my Jones comes down on me
Jones was written by Walter Becker & Donald Fagen.
Jones was produced by Gary Katz.
Tommy Kaye released Jones on Sat Jan 01 1972.