Letra Música Ballad Of a Thin Man – Bob Dylan
You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked and you
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?
But something is happening here and 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 just 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
And you know 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
Because something is happening here and you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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