You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hands
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
You raise up your heads
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points to you and says
"It's his."
And you say, "What's mine?"
Somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God...
Am I here all alone?"
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 you says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Something is happening
But 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 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."
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
"What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home."
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
Something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you,Mister Jones?