Compositor: Bob Dylan
Foi gravada em 2 de agosto de 1965, na Columbia Records, em New York City. Foi lançada em 30 de agosto de 1965 no disco Highway 61 revisited. Bob Johnston foi o produtor.
Mike Bloomfield tocou guitarra solo, Bobby Gregg tocou bateria, Harvey Goldstein tocou baixo, Al Kooper tocou orgão e Dylan tocou piano e cantou.
You
walk into the room with your pencil in your hand
You see somebody
naked and you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
but you don't understand
Just what you will say when you get
home
Because something is happening here but you don't know what
it is
Do you, Mr. 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, "Well, what
is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"
But
something is happening and you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr.
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, Mr. 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 all give a check
To tax-deductible
charity organizations
Ah,
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, Mr. 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, Mr.
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's happening but you don't know what it is
Do
you, Mr. 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
'Cause something is happening and you don't know what it
is
Do you, Mr. Jones?
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