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?"       *But 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       *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 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       *But 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"       *And you know 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"       *And you know 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?