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You waBmlk into the room with your pencil iBmn yBbour hand
BmYouA see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that BmmanG?"
GYou try so hard but you don't understEmand
DJust what you'll say when F#myou get home Bm
DBecause something is F#mhappening here
BmBut you don't know what it is G
BmDo yGou, Mister Jones? Bm
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, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where 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, 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?
BmYou have many contacts among the lumbBmerjAacks
To geGt you facts when someone attacks your imagination Bm
But nobody has any respect anyway they alreaBmdy Aexpect you
GTo all give a check to tax-deductiEmble
Charity organizations A7
BmYou've been with the professors and they've all liked yBmourBb looks
BmWitAh great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks Bm G
GYou've been through all of F. Scott FitzgeEmrald's books
DYou're very well read it's well kF#mnown
DBut something is hF#mappening here
BmAnd you don't know what it is G
BmDo yGou, Mister Jones? Bm
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"
And you know something is happening
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
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*
Cause something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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