And you say, "What's mine?"
And you don't know what it is
You see somebody naked
You crawl into the room
You try so hard
Do you Mister Jones?
You to hand over your check
The sword swallower walks up to you
Do you Mister Jones?
And says, "Here's your throat back
Like a camel and you frown
Out there among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
And you don't know what it is
And you go see the geek
Against you comin' around
And he kneels
When you get home
Something is happening here
Do you Mister Jones?
You sneak into the window
To be wearing a telephone
Who walks up to you
And then he clicks his high heels
You have many contacts
When someone attacks your imagination
Someone else says, "Where what is?"
And says, "How does it feel
Something is happening
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But you don't know what it is
Somebody points his finger at you
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones?
And says, "It's his"
You got to be made
Do you Mister Jones?
And you say who is that man?
When he hears you speak
You put your eyes in your pocket
Anyway they just expect
He crosses himself
But no one has any respect
Just what you would've said
But you don't understand
To be such a freak?"
And without further notice
Asks you how it feels
There ought to be a law
And you don't know what it is
And you say, "Is this where it is?"
Thanks for the loan"
As he hands you a bone
You hand in your ticket
And you say, "Impossible"
To tax deductible charity organizations
Something is happening
But something is happening
And you put your nose into the ground
And you don't know what it is
Something is happening
Something is happening
