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