Ballad of a Thin Man

Do you Mister Jones?
As he hands you a bone
Do you Mister Jones?

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

Do you Mister Jones?
But you don't understand
You put your eyes in your pocket
Something is happening
And without further notice
But you don't know what it is
Out there among the lumberjacks
And you say, "Is this where it is?"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And then he clicks his high heels

Something is happening here
And he kneels
To tax deductible charity organizations
Somebody points his finger at you
You got to be made
Just what you would've said

Something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Something is happening
And says, "Here's your throat back
When he hears you speak
And you don't know what it is
When someone attacks your imagination
Against you comin' around
Asks you how it feels
And you go see the geek
Like a camel and you frown
Do you Mister Jones?
You see somebody naked
You sneak into the window
You crawl into the room
But no one has any respect

You have many contacts
Someone else says, "Where what is?"

There ought to be a law
And says, "It's his"
And you don't know what it is
Something is happening
Do you Mister Jones?
You try so hard
And you don't know what it is
And you put your nose into the ground
Thanks for the loan"
When you get home
He crosses himself

But something is happening

And you say who is that man?
Anyway they just expect
You to hand over your check
To get you facts
And says, "How does it feel
To be wearing a telephone
The sword swallower walks up to you
Who walks up to you
But you don't know what it is
You hand in your ticket
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"