You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked An' you say "Who is that man?'' You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you will 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 An' you ask "Is this where it is?'' An' somebody points to you An' says, "It's his'' An' you say, "What's mine?'' An' somebody else says, "Where what is?'' An' you say, "Oh my god Am i here all alone?'' But something is happening here An' you don't know what it is Do you mister Jones? You hand in your ticket An' you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak An' say, "How does it feel to Be such a freak?'' An' you say, "Impossible'' As he hands you a bone. An' 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 our imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To all give a check To tax deductible charity organizations Ah, you've been with the professors An' they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers an' crooks You've been thru all of F.Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known. But something is happening here An' you don't know what it is Do you mister Jones? Well the sword swallower he Walks up to you an' then he kneels He crosses himself an' then he Clicks his high heels An' without further notice He asks you how it feels An' he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan.'' An' you know something is happening But you don't know what it is Do you mister Jones? Now you see this one eyed midget Shoutin' the word "Now'' An' you say, "For what reason?'' An' he says, "How?'' An' you say, "What does this mean?'' An' he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home.'' An' 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 an' then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket An' your nose on the ground There oughta be a law Against you comin' around You should made to wear earphones. 'Cause something is happening An' you don't know what it is Do you mister Jones?