Am E
You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand
F Am
You see somebody naked And you say Who is that man
F Dm
You try so hard But you don't understand
C Em Am
Just what you'll say When you get home
C Em
Because something is happening here
Am
But you don't know what it is
F Am
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
Am E
You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks
F Am
To get you facts When somebody attacks your imagination
Am E
But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you
F Dm G
To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations
G7
AHHHHH!
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
Because something is happening here
But 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
Because something is happening here
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 here
But you don't know what it is
Do you Mister Jones
Well you walk into the roomLike 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