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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 you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "Wh
at's mine?"
And somebody else
say
s, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my G
od Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But 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, "Imp
ossi
ble" As he hands you a bone
Because 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 somebody attacks your imaginati
on
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check To
tax-deductible charity organi
zations
AHHHHH!
You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have Discusse
d lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scot
t 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, Mister
Jones
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself And then he click
s his high heels
And without further notice He asks you how
it feels
And he says, "Her
e is
your throat back Thanks for the loan"
Because something is
happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister
Jones
Now you see this one-eyed midget Shou
ting 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, Mister
Jones
Well, you walk into the roomLike 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 co
min' around
You should be mad
e To
wear earphones
Because something is
happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister
Jones
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