Mr. Jones (Ballad of a Thin Man)

Song	Mr. Jones (Ballad of a Thin Man)
Artist	The Grass Roots
Album	The Complete Original Dunhill/ABC Hit Singles

Lyrics

	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?

Pinyin

	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?