Lyrics:

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, 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?
Do you, Mister Jones?