"Ballad Of A Thin Man" lyrics
(originally by Bob Dylan)
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 just can't understand
Just what you gonna say
When you get home
'Cause you know something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And ask "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you
And says, "That is 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?"
'Cause you know something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you, yeah
When he hears you speak
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 give a check
To some tax-deductible
Charity organization
You've been with professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you discussed
Lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
'Cause 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
Without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says
"Here is your throat back
Many thanks for the loan"
And you know something's happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you just can't understand
Just what you gonna say
When you get home
'Cause you know something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And ask "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you
And says, "That is 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?"
'Cause you know something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you, yeah
When he hears you speak
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 give a check
To some tax-deductible
Charity organization
You've been with professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you discussed
Lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
'Cause 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
Without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says
"Here is your throat back
Many thanks for the loan"
And you know something's happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
