Ballad of a Thin Man

You walk into the room

With your pencil in your hand

You see somebody naked

You say, "Who is that man?"

You try so hard

But you don't understand

Just what you wanna say

When you get home

Yes, because you know, something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You walk in so politely

You say, "Is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you

And says, "It's his"

And you say, "What's mine?"

Somebody else says, "Well, what is?"

And you say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"

Yes, but you know, something's happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your money

You go watch the geek

Who suddenly walks up to you

When he hears you speak

Saying, "How does it feel to

Be such a freak?"

And you say, "Impossible"

As he hands you a bone

Yes, but you know, something is happening

It's just that you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts

Out there among the lumberjacks

To get you facts

When someone attacks your imagination

Yes, but nobody has any respect

And they already expect

You to give away your check

To tax-deductible charity organization

Ah, you've been with the professors

And they've all liked your looks

With lawyers and stalkers

You discussed lepers and crooks

You've been through all of

F. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You are very well read

It's well known

Yes, but something's happening

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

The sword swallower

Walk up to you and then he kneels

He crosses himself

And he clicks his high heels

And without further notice

He tells you how it feels

And says, "Here is your throat back

Thanks for the loan"

Yes, but you see something happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You see this one-eyed midget

Shouting the word "Now"

And you say, "For what reason?"

And he says, "How?"

And you say, "Oh, my God, what does that mean?"

And he screams back "You're a cow

Give me some milk

Or else go home"

Yes, now you're positive, something's happening

And you wish you knew what it was

Don't you, Mister Jones?

You walk into the room

Like a camel and then you frown

You put your eyes in your pocket

And your nose on the ground

There ought to be a law

Against you comin' around

You should be made

To be wearing all kinds of telephones

Yes, because something is happening

And you don't know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?