You walk into the room
With the pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and ask
"Who is that man?"
You try so hard, but you don't understand
You don't know what you'll say when you get home
Something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
♪
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?"
And someone else says, "Where what is?"
And you think, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"
Something is happening
And 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?"
Then you say, "Impossible", as he hands you a bone
And 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
And nobody has any respect
Anyway, they already expect you
To give a check to tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with professors
They all liked your looks
With great lawyers you've discussed
The lepers and crooks
You've been through all of Robert Zimmerman's books
You're very well read, it's well known
Something is happening
And 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?"
He says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow"
"Now give me some milk or else go home"
Something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
♪
Well, you walk into the room
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
Something is happening
You don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?