Ballad Of A Thin Man

You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say who is that man? You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you would've said When you get home Something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones? You sneak into the window And you say, "Is this where it is?" Somebody points his finger at you And says, "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" Someone else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?" Something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones? You hand in your ticket And you go see the geek Who walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone Something is happening And 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 But no one has any respect Anyway they just expect You to hand over your check To tax deductible charity organizations The sword swallower walks up to you And he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice Asks you how it feels And says, "Here's your throat back Thanks for the loan" Something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones? You crawl into the room Like a camel and you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And you put your nose into the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You got to be made To be wearing a telephone But something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones? Something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you Mister Jones?