Karaoké Ballad of a Thin Man Bob Dylan

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand

You see somebody naked and you

You say Who is that man

You try so hard but you don't understand just what you will say when you get home

Because somethin' is happenin' 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

Well what is

And you say Oh my God am I here all alone

But somethin' is happenin' and 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

And somethin' is happenin' 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 all give a check to tax-deductible charity organization

Ah

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 are very well read

It's well known

But somethin' is happenin' here and 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

And you know somethin' is happenin' but you don't know what it is

Do you

Mister Jones

Now you see this one-eyed midget shoutin' 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

And you know somethin's happenin' 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 oughta be a law against you comin' around

You should be made to wear earphones

'Cos somethin' is happenin' and you don't know what it is

Do you

Mister Jones

Woah oh