Ballad of a Thin Man - Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
 See somebody naked, you say, "Who's that man?"
 You try so hard but you don't understand
 What you're gonna say when you get home
 'Cause something is happening
 And you don't know what it is
 Do you, Mr. Jones?
 You raise up your head, said, "Is this what it is?"
 Somebody points to you and says, "It's his"
 You say, "What's mine?", somebody else says, "Where what is?"
 You say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?"
 'Cause something is happening
 And you don't know what it is
 Do you, Mr. Jones?
 You hand in your ticket to go see the geek
 Who walks up to you when he hears you speak
 Says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"
 You say, "Impossible" as he hands you a bone
 Right, something is happening here
 But you don't know what it is
 Do you, Mr, Jones?
 You have many contacts among the lumberjacks
 To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination
 Nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you
 To give you 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
 But still something's happening
 And you don't know what it is
 Do you, Mr, Jones?
 You crawl 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 be wearin' a telephone
 'Cause something is happening
 And you don't know what it is
 Do you, Mr. Jones?