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? |