BALLAD OF A THIN MAN

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 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?” Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts Among the lumperjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deducible charity organizations Because something is happening here 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 here But you don't know what it is Do you? 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 low Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?