b You walk into theb/Bb room with your pencil in your hand
b/A You see somebody naked ab/G# nd you say "who is that man?"
GYou try so hard bue t you just don't understand
DJust what you willFis say when you get b home
BDecause something is hapApening here
And you db on't know what it isG, do you, Mister Jb ones

You raise up your head and you ask "is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says "its his"
And you say "what's mine?" and somebody else says "well 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 you ticket and you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you when he hears you speak
Saying "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

Yb ou have many contacts amb/A ong the lumberjacks
ToG get you facts when someone attacks your imagib nation
Bb ut nobody has any respect, ab/A nyway they already expect you
TGo all give a check to te ax-deductable charity organiAzationA7s 

You've been with the professors, and they all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks
You've read all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read, its well known
But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones

Well, the swordswallower comes up to you and then he kneels
He crosses himself and 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 saying 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 somethings happening here
But you dont 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 oughtta be a law against you coming around
You should be made to wear earphones
Cause something is happening here
And you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones


Bm: x 2 2 4 4 3 2 b /Bb: x 1 2 4 4 3 2
b /A: x 0 2 4 4 3 2 b /G#: 4 2 2 4 4 3 2