Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Ballad Of A Thin Man
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Ballad Of A Thin Man
You walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody nakedAnd you say, "Who is that man ?"You try so hardBut you don't understandJust what you'll say( )When you get home.Because something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?You raise up your headAnd 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 GodAm I here all alone ?"But something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, "How does it feelTo be such a freak ?"And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a bone.And something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?You have many contactsAmong the lumberjacksTo get you factsWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway they already expect youTo all give a checkTo tax-deductible charity organizations.You've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looksWith great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooksYou've been through all ofF. Scott Fitzgerald's booksYou're very well readIt's well known.But something is happening hereAnd you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himselfAnd then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feelsAnd he says, "Here is your throat backThanks for the loan".And you know something is happening But you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting 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 cowGive me some milkOr else go home".Because something is happening But you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your nose on the groundThere ought to be a lawAgainst you comin' aroundYou should be made To wear earphones.Does something is happening And you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones ?