Ballad Of A Thin Man
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
'Cause you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head, you ask, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
You say, "What's mine?"
Somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"
'Cause you know something is happening
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, nobody has any respect
Anyhow they already expect you to just give a check to you
To tax-deductible charity organizations
'Cause you know something is happening
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"
'Cause you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?
When 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 should be a law against you comin' around
You should be made to wear earphones
'Cause you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?