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

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 something 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?