A 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 just don't understand

Just what you will say when you get home

Because something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones

You raise up your head and you ask "is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you and says "it's his"

And you say "what's mine?" and somebody else says "well 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 you ticket and you go watch the geek

Who immediately 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

And something is happening here

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 a check to tax-deductable charity organizations

You've been with the professors, and they all liked your looks

With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks

You've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books

You're very well read, its well known

But something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones

Well, the swordswallower comes up to you and then he kneels

He crosses himself and he clicks his high heels

And without further notice he asks you how it feels

And he says "here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"

And you know something is happening

But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones

Now you see this one-eyed midget saying the word "now"

And you say "for what reason?" and he says "how?"

And you say "what does this mean?" and he screams back "you're a cow!

Give me some milk - or else go home!"

And you KNOW somethings happening here

But you dont know what it is, do you, Mister Jones

Well, 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 oughtta be a law against you coming around

You should be made to wear earphones

Cause something is happening here

And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones