Текст песни Ballad of a Thin Man - Live, Remastered - Bob Dylan

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
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You sneak into the window
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points his finger at you
"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?"
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go see the geek
Who walks up to ya
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
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Out there among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But no one has any respect
Anyway they just expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
The sword swallower, walks 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"
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You crawl into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And put your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You gotta be made
To be wearing a telephone
But something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?