Ballad of a Thin Man - Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974

Lyrics for Ballad of a Thin Man - Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974

You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand See somebody naked, you say, "Who's that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand What you're gonna say when you get home 'Cause something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You raise up your head, said, "Is this what it is?" Somebody points to you and says, "It's his" You say, "What's mine?", somebody else says, "Where what is?" You say, "Oh, my God, am I here all alone?" 'Cause something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones? You hand in your ticket to go see the geek Who walks up to you when he hears you speak Says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?" You say, "Impossible" as he hands you a bone Right, something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mr, Jones? You have many contacts among the lumberjacks To get you facts when someone attacks your imagination Nobody has any respect, anyway they already expect you To give you 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 still something's happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mr, Jones? You crawl 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 be wearin' a telephone 'Cause something is happening And you don't know what it is Do you, Mr. Jones?