Enrique Bunbury The Ballad of Thin man Lyrics:
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'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?"

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
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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 Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well
read It's well known

Because something is happening here But 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"

Because something is happening here 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"

Because something is happening here 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 But you don't
know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
Lyrics: The Ballad of Thin man, Enrique Bunbury [end]