Ballad of a Thin Man Lyrics by Bob Dylan

Ballad of a Thin Man 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 will say when you get home
    because something is happening here but you don't know what it is
    do you, Mr. 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 'well 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, Mr. Jones?
    You hand in your ticket and you go watch the geek
    who immediatly 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, Mr. 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, Mr. 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, Mr. 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, Mr. 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 coming around
    You should be made to wear earphones
    Cause something is happening and you don't know what it is
    do you, Mr. Jones?
    Whoooaaaooooh

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