| Song | Mr. Jones (Ballad of a Thin Man) |
| Artist | The Grass Roots |
| Album | The Complete Original Dunhill/ABC Hit Singles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Am 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 someone 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, 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” | |
| 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 on the ground | |
| There ought to be a law | |
| Against you comin' 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? |
| 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 | |
| Am 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 someone attacks your imagination | |
| But nobody has any respect | |
| Anyway they already expect you | |
| To just give a check | |
| To taxdeductible 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, 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" | |
| Because something is happening here | |
| But you don' t know what it is | |
| Do you, Mister Jones? | |
| Now you see this oneeyed 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 on the ground | |
| There ought to be a law | |
| Against you comin' 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? |
| 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 | |
| Am 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 someone attacks your imagination | |
| But nobody has any respect | |
| Anyway they already expect you | |
| To just give a check | |
| To taxdeductible 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, 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" | |
| Because something is happening here | |
| But you don' t know what it is | |
| Do you, Mister Jones? | |
| Now you see this oneeyed 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 on the ground | |
| There ought to be a law | |
| Against you comin' 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? |