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Bm You walk into the room Bm With your pencil in your hand Bm7 You see somebody naked E7 And you say, "Who is that man?" G You try so hard Em But you don't understand D Gbm Just what you'll say Bm When you get home D Gbm Because something is happening here Bm But you don't know what it is G Do you, Mister Jones? Bm You raise up your head Bm And you ask, "Is this where it is?" Bm7 E7 And somebody points to you and says "It's his" G And you say, "What's mine?" Em And somebody else says, "Well, what is?" D Gbm And you say, "Oh my God Bm Am I here all alone?" D Gbm But something is happening here Bm And you don't know what it is G 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 You have many contacts Bm7 Among the lumberjacks G To get you facts Bm When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Bm7 Anyway they already expect you G To just give a check A Charity organizations You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through All of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known But something is happening here And 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 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" 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" And you know something is happening here 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 Because something is happening here And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?