Ballad of a Thin Man

Something is happening
You got to be made
And says, "Here's your throat back
And says, "It's his"
You try so hard
You sneak into the window

As he hands you a bone
And you don't know what it is
But something is happening
And says, "How does it feel
And you say, "What's mine?"
And you put your nose into the ground
Do you Mister Jones?
Who walks up to you
Against you comin' around
Thanks for the loan"
You hand in your ticket
To get you facts
And you don't know what it is
Anyway they just expect
But no one has any respect
And you say who is that man?
You put your eyes in your pocket
And you say, "Impossible"
Do you Mister Jones?
When he hears you speak
And you go see the geek

You to hand over your check
To be such a freak?"

Just what you would've said

But you don't understand
The sword swallower walks up to you

And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Is this where it is?"
Something is happening
Do you Mister Jones?
He crosses himself
And you don't know what it is

Out there among the lumberjacks

You have many contacts
To be wearing a telephone
Something is happening
There ought to be a law
Do you Mister Jones?

And then he clicks his high heels
But you don't know what it is
Something is happening here
And without further notice
Someone else says, "Where what is?"
Like a camel and you frown

And you don't know what it is
And he kneels
Something is happening
Asks you how it feels
But you don't know what it is
You crawl into the room
To tax deductible charity organizations
When you get home
Somebody points his finger at you
Do you Mister Jones?
When someone attacks your imagination