Ballad of a Thin Man (Live at Nippon Budokan Hall, Tokyo, Japan - February 28, 1978)

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
What you're gonna say when you get home?

Something is happening here, and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

You come in through the back door, and you say, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points his finger at you and says, "It's his"
You say, "What's mine?", somebody else says, "Well, 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, Mr. Jones?

You hand in your ticket to go see the geek
Who 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

Something is happening, and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

You have many contacts out there among the lumberjacks
To get your facts when someone attacks your imagination (imagination)
But nobody has any respect
And the way they just expect you to hand over your cheque
To tax-deductible charity organizations

The sword swallower walks up to you and he kneels
He crosses himself and then, he clicks his high heels
Without further notice, he asks you how it feels
And says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"

Something is happening, and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

You crawl into the room like a camel and you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket and your nose into the ground
There ought to be a law against you comin' around
You got to be made to be wearing a telephone

'Cause something's happening, but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

Something is happening here, and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?

Thank you