Mr. Jones (Ballad Of A Thin Man)

You raise up your head

And ask "Is this where it is?"

And somebody points to you

And says "It's his"

And you say "What's mine?"

Somebody else says "Where what is?"

And you say "Oh, my God

Am I here all alone?"

And you know something's happenin'

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket

Then 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?"

You say "Impossible"

As he hands you a bone

And you know something's happenin'

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

Ah, 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 all give a check

To tax-deductible charity organization, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

You walk into the room

Like a camel and 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 earphone

And you know something's happenin'

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

Do you, Mister Jones?