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 can’t understand

Just what you will say when you get home

Because you know something is happening here but you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?

You raise up your head and 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?"

Cause you know something is happening and you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?

You hand in your ticket and go watch the geek

Who immediately 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 here but you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?

You have many contacts among the lumberjacks

To get your facts when someone attacks your imagination

But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you to all give a check

To some tax-deductible charity organization

You’ve been with 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 something is happening here and you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels

He crosses himself and then 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 here but you don’t know what it is

Do you, Mr. Jones?