Текст песни 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
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?"
But
something
is
happening
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
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
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
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
ought
to
be
a
law
against
you
comin'
around
You
should
be
made
to
wear
earphones
'Cause
something
is
happening
And
you
don't
know
what
it
is
Do
you,
Mister
Jones?
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