Ballad Of A Thin Man歌词
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say Who is that man
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
You raise up your head
And you ask Is this where it is
And somebody points to you and says
It's his
And you say What's mine
And somebody else says Where what is
And you say Oh my God
Am I here all alone
Because someth[李兆香博客lizhaoxiang.com]ing is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says How does it feel
To be such a freak
And you say Impossible
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
Well the sword swallower he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word NOW
And you say For what reason
And he says How
And you say What does this mean
And he screams back You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
Well you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones