Ballad of a Thin Man (Live at the ABC Theatre, Edinburgh, Scotland - May 1966)

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard, but you don't understand
Just what you will say when you get home

Yes, because you know something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You walk in so politely, you say, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?", somebody else says, "Where it is?"
And you say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"

Yes, but you know something is happening here
But you just don't know what it is
For you, Mister Jones

You hand in your money to go watch the geek
Who suddenly walks up to you when he hears you speak
Saying, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible", as he hands you a bone

Yes, but you know something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
To get your facts when someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway, they just expect you to take your check
And give it to tax-deductible charity organizations

Ah, you've been with the professors, and they've all liked your looks
With good lawyers and scholars you discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well-read, that's well known

Yes, but still something's happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

The sword swallower, walks 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 says, "Here is your amount back, thanks for the loan"

Yes, and you would give a million if something's happening
And you wish you knew what it was
Don't you, Mister Jones?

You see this one-eyed midget shouting the word "Now"
And you say, "For what reason?", and he says, "How?"
And you say, "Oh, my God, what does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow"
"Give me some milk or else go home"

Yes, and you're positive something's happening
And you know you gotta find out what it is
Don't you, Mister Jones?

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 coming around
You should be made to be carrying an all times potato arm

Yes, because something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?