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, you don't understand
Just what you will say
When you get home
Because something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. 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, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh, my God, man, am I here all alone?"
But something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And he says, "How does it feel to
Be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Oh, something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
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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 five o one, C3 corporation
Aw, 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 are very well read, my friend
And it's well-known
Something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Wait a minute
Sword swallower, he walks up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
Without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Man, thanks for the loan"
Now you know something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
It's Bob Dylan's words now
Yeah, this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word, "Now"
You say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does that mean?"
And he screams back at you, "You're a cow
Give me some milk or else go home"
And you know something is happening
And have no idea what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your, your nose on the ground
There oughta be a law
Against people like you just straight comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
'Cause something is happening here
You don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
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Done, that's it