Ballad of a Thin Man (Live in London)

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
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
Something is happening, but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You walked into the back door, you say, "Is this where it is?"
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?"
Something is happening, but you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones? (Ooh, ooh)

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"
But something is happening, you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones? (Ooh, ooh)

You have many contacts, I'll feel among the lumberjacks
Get your facts when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they just expect you to just give a check to
Tax-deductible charity organizations

You see the sword swallower, walks up to you and kneels
He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels
And you say further notice, he asks you how it feels
You tell him, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan"
You know something is happening, you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)