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

What you'll say

When you get home

Cause something is happening here

You don't know what it is

Do you Mister Jones?

You raise up your head

Saying "Is this where it is "

And somebody points to you and says

"It's his"

And you says "What's mine "

And somebody else says "Where what is "

And you say "Oh my God

Am I here all alone "

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is

Do you Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket

And you go watch 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

And something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you Mister Jones?

You have many contacts

Among the lumberjacks

To get you facts

When someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect you

To all give you a check

To tax-deductible charity organization

You've been with the professors

And they've all liked your looks

With great lawyers you

Discussed lepers and crooks

You've been through all of

F Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well read

It's well known

But still is happening here

And you don't know what it is

Do you Mister Jones?

Well you walk into the room

Like a camel and then you frown

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 wear a telephone

Oh something is happening

But you don't know what it is

Do you Mister Jones?