The Grass Roots - Mr. Jones lyrics

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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?"

Somebody else says "Where what is?"

And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"

And you know something's happening,

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket

Then you go watch the keep

Who immediately walks up to you

When he hears you speak

And says, "How does it feel to be such a freak?"

You say, "Impossible"

As he hands you a bone

And you know something's happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones?

Are you have many contacts

Among the lumberjacks

Do you get fax

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, oh yeah

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

And you know something's happening here

But you don't know what it is

Do you, Mister Jones? x2