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 says, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God

Am I here all alone ?"

But 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.


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
But nobody has any respect

Anyway they already expect you
To all 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.


But something is happening here
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 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".


And you know something is happening
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
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.


Does something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?