Golden Earring - Ballad Of A Thin Man lyrics

Well you walk into the room, with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say: who's that man You try so hard, but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because somethin' is happenin' 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: what's mine and somebody else says: Well what is? And you say Oh my God, am I here all alone But somethin' is happenin' 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 somethin' is happenin' here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones? You have many contacts among the lumber jacks To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect You to give a check to the tax-deductible Charity organizations Ah, you've been with the professors and they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have discussed lappers and crooks You've been trough all of their Scott Fitzgerald books You're very well read, it's well-known But somethin' is happenin' 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 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 happenin' 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" 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 somethin' is happenin' 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 to the ground There ought to be a law against you comin' around You should be made to wear earphones 'Cause somethin' is happenin' And you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?