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U walk into the room
with a pencil in your hand
U see somebody naked
And U say, "Who is that man?"
U try so very hard
But U don't understand
What you'll say
when you get home

And U know something is happening here
But U don't know what it is
Do U Mr Jones

You raise up your head
and U ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody point sto U and they say, "It's his."
And U say, "Whats mine?"
And then somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
And U say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

And you know something is happening here
But U don't know what it is
Do U MR Jones

U pay for your ticket
And U go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to U
When he hears U speak
And he asks U how it feels
to be such a freak
And U say, "Impossible"
As he hands U a bone

And U know somethings happening here
But U don't know what it is
do U, Mr Jones

U have many contacts
Among the Lumberjacks
Who get U the facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they allready expect U
To give a check
To tax-deductible charity orgainizations

U've been with the professors
And they all like your looks
with great lawyers you have
Discussed the lepers and crooks
U've read all of
F Scott Fitzgerald's books
Your very well read
It's well known

And U know something is happening here
But U don't know what it is
do U, Mr Jones

The sword swallower comes up to U
and then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
without further notice
He asks U how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

And U know something is happening here
But U don't know what it is
Do U, Mr Jones

U see this one eyed midget
And he's shouting the word, "Now"
U say, "whats the matter?"
And he says, "How?"
And U say, "what does this mean?"
And he screams back, "Your a cow."
Give me some milk
Or else go home

And U know somethings happening here
But U don't know what it is
Do U, Mr Jones

Well, U walk into a room
Like a camel and then U frown
Your eyes in your pocket
And your head on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against U comin around
U should be made
to wear earphones

And U know something is happening here
But U don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones