You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked, you say, \"Who is that man?\" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you'll say when you get home
But there something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head, 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?\"
It just something is happened here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
So, you hand in your ticket, you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak And says, \"Well, how does it feel my friend to be such a freak?\" And you say, \"Impossible\" as he hands you a bone
You're positive that something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You've so many contacts [Incomprehensible] 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, yeah, it's well known
'Cause something is still happening here Don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
The sword swallower He comes up to you and then he kneels, Crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels Without further notice he tells you how it feels And he says, \"Here is your mouth back thanks for the loan\"
And you know 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, \"Good God what's happenin'?\" And he screams back, \"You're a cow And give me some milk or go home\"
Yes and now, you're positive something's happening And you wish you know what it was Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket, nose in the ground There ought to be a law against you comin' 'round You should be made to wear some earphones
'Cause something is happened here You don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?