You walk into the room 
With your pencil in your hand
You 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 
Because something is happening here 
But 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, "Where what is?" 
And you say, "Oh my God 
I here all alone?" 
Because something is happening here 
But 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 
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is 
Do you, Mister Jones 
You have many contacts 
Among the lumberjacks 
To get you facts 
When somebody attacks your imagination 
But nobody has any respect 
Anyway they already expect you 
To just give a check 
To tax-deductible 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 
Because something is happening here 
But you don't know what it is 
Do you, Mister Jones 
Well, the sword swallower, [bad word] 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" 
Because 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 to the ground 
There ought to be a law 
Against [bad word]  around 
You should be made 
To wear earphones 
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is 
Do you, Mister Jones