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, Mr. Jones?
You raise up your head,
and you ask,
is this where it is?
An d somebody points to you
and says, yeah, it's his.
and you say what's mine
and somebody else says well what is an d you
say oh my god am I here all alone
because something is hap
pening here but you
Don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
And when he hears
you speak
and he 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, Mr. Jones?
You have many contacts
among the lumberjacks
To get you the facts
when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has
any respect in any way
They already expect you
to just give a check
to tax -deductible charity
organizations
You've been with all 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, Mr. Jones?
Well, the sword swallower,
comes up to you,
and then he kneels,
and then he crosses himself,
and then he clicks his hot heels,
and without further notice,
he asks you, he asks you, how does it feel?
He says, here's your throwback,
thanks for the loan
Because something is happening here,
but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Oh, now you see
this one -eyed midget,
and he's shouting the word NOW,
and you say, for what reason,
and he says HOW,
an d you say, what does this mean,
and he screams back,
You're a cow!
Now give me some milk
or else go home!
Yeah, because something
is happening here
And you don't know what it is
Now, do you, Mr. Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
Put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
against you coming around
You should be made to
wear earphones
Because something is happening here
and you don't know what it is,
do you, Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones
Because something is happening here,
but you don't know what it is.
Do you, Mr. Jones?
Do you, Mr. Jones
Do you, do you,
Mr. Jones
Do you, Mr. Jones
You