Ballad of a Thin Man - Live at Free Trade Hall, Manchester, UK - May 17, 1966

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 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, "Well, what is?"
 And you say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"
 But something is happening
 And ya 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 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 all give a check to tax-deductible charity organizations
 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're very well read, it's well known
 But something is happening here
 And ya 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 something is happening
 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"
 And you know something's happening
 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
 'Cause something is happening
 And ya don't know what it is
 Do you, Mister Jones?