歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《Before the Flood》

作词 : Dylan
作曲 : Dylan
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?

Because 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
Because 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
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
Because 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?