歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《The Real Royal Albert Hall 1966 Concert (Live)》

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 says 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 all 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

And 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

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

Because something is happening
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

Does something is happening

And you don't know what it is

Do you mister jones