Ballad Of A Thin Man (B. Dylan) 1995 Love Sweat

Well you walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and you say: who’s that man
You try so hard, but you don’t understand, just what you will say when you get home
Because somethin’ is happenin’, 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: hey, it’s his
And you say: what’s mine and somebody else says: hey, well what is
And you say: oh my God, am I here all alone
But somethin’ is happenin’ 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 and you say: impossible, as he hands you a bone
And somethin’ is happenin’ here, but you don’t know what it is, do you mister Jones

You have many contacts among the lumber jacks
To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you
To give a check to the tax-deductable charity organization

You’ve been with the professors and they’ve all liked your looks
With the great lawyers you have discussed lappers and crooks
You’ve been through all of their Scott Fitzgerald books, you’re very well read, it’s well known
But somethin’ is happenin’ and 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 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
And you know somethin’ is happenin’, 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
You say: what does this mean to me and he screams back: you’re a cow
Give me some milk or else go home
And you know somethin’ is happenin’, 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 to the ground
There ought to be a law against you comin’ around
You should be made to wear earphones
‘Cause somethin’ is happenin’ and you don’t know what it is, do you mister Jones