Ballad of a Thin Man

And you don't know what it is
And says, "Here's your throat back
But no one has any respect
As he hands you a bone
And you don't know what it is
You have many contacts

Do you Mister Jones?
And you say who is that man?
Thanks for the loan"
He crosses himself
To tax deductible charity organizations
Anyway they just expect
Something is happening
Just what you would've said
But you don't know what it is
When someone attacks your imagination
To be such a freak?"
And you don't know what it is
Something is happening
Something is happening
Do you Mister Jones?

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

Against you comin' around
You got to be made
And without further notice
You to hand over your check
Do you Mister Jones?
Something is happening here
And you say, "What's mine?"
Like a camel and you frown
Something is happening
And you go see the geek
There ought to be a law

Do you Mister Jones?
Who walks up to you

And you say, "Impossible"
But you don't know what it is
You hand in your ticket
Somebody points his finger at you
And you don't know what it is

But you don't understand
When you get home
When he hears you speak
You put your eyes in your pocket
And says, "It's his"
And you put your nose into the ground
Do you Mister Jones?
The sword swallower walks up to you

Asks you how it feels

You see somebody naked
And says, "How does it feel
Someone else says, "Where what is?"

To be wearing a telephone
But something is happening
You sneak into the window
To get you facts
You crawl into the room
Out there among the lumberjacks
You try so hard
And you say, "Is this where it is?"
And he kneels
And then he clicks his high heels