Bm Bm/Bb You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand Bm/A Bm/G# You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" G Em You try so hard but you don't understand D F# Bm Just what you'll say when you get home D A Because something is happening here Bm G But you don't know what it is Bm G Bm 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 say, "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 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 something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? Bm Bm/A You have many contacts among the lumberjacks G Bm To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination Bm/A But nobody has any respect anyway they already expect you G Em To all give a check to tax-deductible A7 Charity organizations Bm Bm/Bb You've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks Bm/A Bm/G# With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks G Em You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books D F# You're very well read it's well known D A But something is happening here Bm G And you don't know what it is Bm G Bm 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" And you know 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* Cause something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
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