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フジロック2日前の韓国公演のセットリストから、歌詞をまとめました。直前まで読み込んで、大まかな意味と、サビの音を掴みましょう。

①All Along The Watchtower

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief

“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief

Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth

None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke

“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke

But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl 

②Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

Well it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If'n you don't know by now

And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window and I’ll be gone

You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe

The light I never knowed

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe

I’m on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was something you would do or say

To try and make me change my mind and stay

But we never did too much talking anyway

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal

Like you never done before

And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal

I can’t hear you anymore

I’m a-thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road

I once loved a woman, a child I’m told

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

But don’t think twice, it’s all right

③Highway 61 Revisited

Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”

Abe said, “Man, you must be puttin' me on”

God say, “No.”

Abe say, “What?”

God say, “You can do what you want, Abe, but

The next time you see me comin' you better run”

Well Abe says, “Where you want this killin' done?”

God says, “Out on Highway 61”

Well Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose

Welfare Department they wouldn’t give him no clothes

He asked poor Howard where can I go

Howard said there’s only one place I know

Sam said tell me quick man I got to run

Old Howard just pointed with his gun

And said "That way, down Highway 61"

Well Mack the Finger said to Louie the King

I got forty red, white and blue shoestrings

And a thousand telephones that don’t ring

Do you know where I can get rid of these things?

And Louie the King said "Let me think for a minute son"

And he said "Yes, I think it can be easily done

Just take everything down to Highway 61"

Now the fifth daughter on the twelfth night

Told the first father that things weren’t right

"My complexion" she says "is much too white"

He said "Come here and step into the light"

He says "Hmm you’re right

Let me tell the second mother this has been done"

But the second mother was with the seventh son

And they were both out on Highway 61

Now the rovin’ gambler he was very bored
He was tryin’ to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it on Highway 61

④Simple Twist Of Fate

They sat together in the park

As the evening sky grew dark

She looked at him and he felt a spark

Tingle to his bones

'Twas then he felt alone

And wished that he'd gone straight

And watched out for a simple twist of fate

They walked alone by the old canal

A little confused, I remember well

And stopped into a strange hotel

With a neon burning bright

He felt the heat of the night

Hit him like a freight train

Moving with a simple twist of fate

A saxophone someplace far-off played

As she was walking on by the arcade

As the light bust through a beat-up shade

Where he was wakin' up

She dropped a coin into the cup

Of a blind man at the gate

And forgot about a simple twist of fate

⑤Duquesne Whistle

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like it's gonna sweep my world away

I wanna stop at Carbondale and keep on going

That Duquesne train gon' rock me night and day

You say I'm a gambler, you say I'm a pimp

But I ain't neither one

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Sounding like it's on a final run

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like she never blowed before

Blue light blinking, red light glowing

Blowing like she's at my chamber door

You smiling through the fence at me

Just like you always smiled before

Listen to that Duquesne whistle blowing

Blowing like she ain't gon' blow no more

Can't you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?

Blowing like the sky's gonna blow apart

You're the only thing alive that keeps me going

You're like a time bomb in my heart

⑥When I Paint My Masterpiece

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

Ancient footprints are everywhere

You can almost think that you’re seeing double

On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece

She promised that she’d be right there with me

When I paint my masterpiece

Oh, the hours I’ve spent inside the Coliseum

Dodging lions and wasting time

Oh, those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see them

Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb

Train wheels running through the back of my memory

When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese

Someday, everything is going to be smooth like a rhapsody

When I paint my masterpiece

Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola

Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

I left Rome and landed in Brussels

On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried

Clergymen in uniform and young girls pulling muscles

Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside

Newspapermen eating candy

Had to be held down by big police

Someday, everything is going to be different

When I paint my masterpiece

⑦Honest With Me

Well, I’m stranded in the city that never sleeps

Some of these women they just give me the creeps

I’m avoidin’ the Southside the best I can

These memories I got, they can strangle a man

Well I came ashore in the dead of the night

Lot of things can get in the way when you’re tryin’ to do what’s right

You don’t understand it—my feelings for you

You’d be honest with me if only you knew

I’m not sorry for nothin’ I’ve done

I’m glad I fought—I only wish we’d won

The Siamese twins are comin’ to town

People can’t wait—they’re gathered around

When I left my home the sky split open wide

I never wanted to go back there—I’d rather have died

You don’t understand it—my feelings for you

You’d be honest with me if only you knew

My woman got a face like a teddy bear

She’s tossin’ a baseball bat in the air

The meat is so tough you can’t cut it with a sword

I’m crashin’ my car, trunk first into the boards

You say my eyes are pretty and my smile is nice

Well, I’ll sell it to ya at a reduced price

You don’t understand it—my feelings for you

You’d be honest with me, if only you knew

⑧Tryin’ To Get To Heaven

The air is getting hotter

There's a rumbling in the skies

I've been wading through the high muddy water

With the heat rising in my eyes

Every day your memory grows dimmer

It doesn't haunt me like it did before

I've been walking through the middle of nowhere

Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri

They would not let me be

I had to leave there in a hurry

I only saw what they let me see

You broke a heart that loved you

Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore

I've been walking that lonesome valley

Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door

People on the platforms

Waiting for the trains

I can hear their hearts a-beatin'

Like pendulums swinging on chains

When you think that you've lost everything

You find out you can always lose a little more

I'm just going down the road feeling bad

Tryin' to get to heaven before they close the door

⑨Make You Feel My Love

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet

But I would never do you wrong

I’ve known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue

I’d go crawling down the avenue

There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do

To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn’t do

Go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love

⑩Pay In Blood

Well I`m grinding my life away, steady and sure

Nothing more wretched than what I must endure

I`m drenched in the light that shines from the sun

I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done

Sooner or later you`ll make a mistake

I`ll put you in a chain that you never can break

Legs and arms and body and bone

I pay in blood, but not my own

Night after night, day after day,

They strip your useless hopes away

The more I take, the more I give,

The more I die, the more I live,

I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim

I got dogs that could tear you limb to limb

I`m circling around in the southern zone

I pay in blood, but not my own

Another political pumping out his piss,

Another ragged beggar blowin’ ya a kiss

Life is short and it don’t last long

They`ll hang you in the morning and sing ya a song

Someone must have slipped a drug in your wine

You gulped it down and you lost your mind

My head so hard, it must be made of stone

I pay in blood, but not my own

How I made it back home nobody knows ,

Or how I survived so many blows

I been through hell what good did it do,

My conscience is clear, what about you

I’ll give you justice, I’ll fatten your purse

Show me your moral virtues first

Hear me holler hear me moan

I pay in blood but not my own

⑪Tangled Up In Blue

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’

I was layin’ in bed

Wond’rin’ if she’d changed at all

If her hair was still red

Her folks they said our lives together

Sure was gonna be rough

They never did like Mama’s homemade dress

Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough

And I was standin’ on the side of the road

Rain fallin’ on my shoes

Heading out for the East Coast

Lord knows I’ve paid some dues gettin’ through

Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met

Soon to be divorced

I helped her out of a jam, I guess

But I used a little too much force

We drove that car as far as we could

Abandoned it out West

Split up on a dark sad night

Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me

As I was walkin’ away

I heard her say over my shoulder

“We’ll meet again someday on the avenue”

Tangled up in blue

I had a job in the great north woods

Working as a cook for a spell

But I never did like it all that much

And one day the ax just fell

So I drifted down to New Orleans

Where I happened to be employed

Workin’ for a while on a fishin’ boat

Right outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone

The past was close behind

I seen a lot of women

But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew

Tangled up in blue

She was workin’ in a topless place

And I stopped in for a beer

I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face

In the spotlight so clear

And later on as the crowd thinned out

I’s just about to do the same

She was standing there in back of my chair

Said to me, “Don’t I know your name?”

I muttered somethin’ underneath my breath

She studied the lines on my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy

When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe

Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove

And offered me a pipe

“I thought you’d never say hello,” she said

“You look like the silent type”

Then she opened up a book of poems

And handed it to me

Written by an Italian poet

From the thirteenth century

And every one of them words rang true

And glowed like burnin’ coal

Pourin’ off of every page

Like it was written in my soul from me to you

Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street

In a basement down the stairs

There was music in the cafés at night

And revolution in the air

Then he started into dealing with slaves

And something inside of him died

She had to sell everything she owned

And froze up inside

And when finally the bottom fell out

I became withdrawn

The only thing I knew how to do

Was to keep on keepin’ on like a bird that flew

Tangled up in blue

So now I’m goin’ back again

I got to get to her somehow

All the people we used to know

They’re an illusion to me now

Some are mathematicians

Some are carpenters’ wives

Don’t know how it all got started

I don’t know what they’re doin’ with their lives

But me, I’m still on the road

Headin’ for another joint

We always did feel the same

We just saw it from a different point of view

Tangled up in blue 

⑫Early Roman Kings

All the early Roman Kings in their sharkskin suits

Bowties and buttons, high top boots

Driving the spikes in, blazing the rails

Nailed in their coffins in top hats and tails

Fly away little bird, fly away, flap your wings

Fly by night like the early Roman Kings

All the early Roman Kings in the early, early morn’

Coming down the mountain, distributing the corn

Speeding through the forest, racing down the track

You try to get away, they drag you back

Tomorrow is Friday, we’ll see what it brings

Everybody’s talking ‘bout the early Roman Kings

They’re peddlers and they’re meddlers, they buy and they sell

They destroyed your city, they’ll destroy you as well

They’re lecherous and treacherous, hell bent for leather

Each of them bigger than all men put together

Sluggers and muggers wearing fancy gold rings

All the women going crazy for the early Roman Kings

I'll dress up your wounds with a blood clotted rag

I ain’t afraid to make love to a bitch or a hag

If you see me coming and you’re standing there

Wave your handkerchief in the air

I ain’t dead yet, my bell still rings

I keep my fingers crossed like the early Roman Kings

I'll strip you of life, strip you of breath

Ship you down to the house of death

One day you will ask for me

There’ll be no one else that you’ll want to see

Bring down my fiddle, tune up my strings

Gonna break it wide open like the early Roman Kings

I was up on black mountain the day Detroit fell

They killed them all off and they sent them to hell

Ding Dong Daddy, you’re coming up short

Gonna put you on trial in a Sicilian court

I’ve had my fun, I’ve had my flings

Gonna shake ‘em all down like the early Roman Kings

⑬Desolation Row

They’re selling postcards of the hanging

They’re painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

The circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner

They’ve got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

The other is in his pants

And the riot squad they’re restless

They need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight

From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy

“It takes one to know one,” she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets

Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning

“You Belong to Me I Believe”

And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend

You better leave”

And the only sound that’s left

After the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up

On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden

The stars are beginning to hide

The fortune-telling lady

Has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

Or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing

He’s getting ready for the show

He’s going to the carnival tonight

On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window

For her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday

She already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic

She wears an iron vest

Her profession’s her religion

Her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon

Noah’s great rainbow

She spends her time peeking

Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

With his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago

With his friend, a jealous monk

He looked so immaculately frightful

As he bummed a cigarette

Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

And reciting the alphabet

Now you would not think to look at him

But he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin

On Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

Inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients

They’re trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser

She’s in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read

“Have Mercy on His Soul”

They all play on pennywhistles

You can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough

From Desolation Row

Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains

They’re getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera

A perfect image of a priest

They’re spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls

“Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know

Casanova is just being punished for going

To Desolation Row”

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory

Where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders

And then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles

By insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping

To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero’s Neptune

The Titanic sails at dawn

And everybody’s shouting

“Which Side Are You On?”

And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

Fighting in the captain’s tower

While calypso singers laugh at them

And fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea

Where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much

About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday

(About the time the doorknob broke)

When you asked how I was doing

Was that some kind of joke?

All these people that you mention

Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces

And give them all another name

Right now I can’t read too good

Don’t send me no more letters, no

Not unless you mail them

From Desolation Row 

⑭Love Sick

I’m walking through streets that are dead

Walking, walking with you in my head

My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired

And the clouds are weeping

Did I hear someone tell a lie?

Did I hear someone’s distant cry?

I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smile

While I was sleeping

I’m sick of love but I’m in the thick of it

This kind of love I’m so sick of it

I see, I see lovers in the meadow

I see, I see silhouettes in the window

I watch them ’til they’re gone and they leave me hanging on

To a shadow

I’m sick of love; I hear the clock tick

This kind of love; I’m love sick

Sometimes the silence can be like the thunder

Sometimes I feel like I’m being plowed under

Could you ever be true? I think of you

And I wonder

I’m sick of love; I wish I’d never met you

I’m sick of love; I’m trying to forget you

Just don’t know what to do

I’d give anything to be with you 

⑮Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves

Drift by the window

The autumn leaves

Of red and gold

I see your lips

The summer kisses

The sunburned hands

I used to hold

Since you went away

The days grow long

And soon I'll hear

Old winter's song

But I miss you most of all

My darling

When autumn leaves

Start to fall

⑯Thunder On The Mountain

Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon

There's a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon

Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow

Well, there's hot stuff here and it's everywhere I go

I was thinkin' 'bout Alicia Keys, couldn't keep from crying

When she was born in Hell's Kitchen, I was living down the line

I'm wondering where in the world Alicia Keys could be

I been looking for her even clear through Tennessee

Feel like my soul is beginning to expand

Look into my heart and you will sort of understand

You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away

The writing's on the wall, come read it, come see what it say

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from

I don't need any guide, I already know the way

Remember this, I'm your servant both night and day

The pistols are poppin' and the power is down

I'd like to try somethin' but I'm so far from town

The sun keeps shinin' and the North Wind keeps picking up speed

Gonna forget about myself for a while, gonna go out and see what others need

I've been sitting down studying the art of love

I think it will fit me like a glove

I want some real good woman to do just what I say

Everybody got to wonder what's the matter with this cruel world today

Thunder on the mountain rolling to the ground

Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down

Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king

I wouldn't betray your love or any other thing

Gonna raise me an army, some tough sons of bitches

I'll recruit my army from the orphanages

I been to St. Herman's church and I've said my religious vows

I've sucked the milk out of a thousand cows

I got the porkchops, she got the pie

She ain't no angel and neither am I

Shame on your greed, shame on your wicked schemes

I'll say this, I don't give a damn about your dreams

Thunder on the mountain heavy as can be

Mean old twister bearing down on me

All the ladies of Washington scrambling to get out of town

Looks like something bad gonna happen, better roll your airplane down

Everybody's going and I want to go too

Don't wanna take a chance with somebody new

I did all I could and I did it right there and then

I've already confessed – no need to confess again

Gonna make a lot of money, gonna go up north

I'll plant and I'll harvest what the earth brings forth

The hammer's on the table, the pitchfork's on the shelf

For the love of God, you ought to take pity on yourself 

⑰Soon After Midnight

 I’m searching for phrases to sing your praises

I need to tell someone

It’s soon after midnight and my day has just begun

A gal named Honey took my money

She was passing by

It’s soon after midnight and the moon is in my eye

My heart is cheerful, it’s never fearful

I been down on the killing floors

I’m in no great hurry, I’m not afraid of your fury

I've faced stronger walls than yours

Charlotte’s a harlot, dresses in scarlet

Mary dresses in green

It’s soon after midnight and I’ve got a date with a fairy queen

They chirp and they chatter, what does it matter

They’re lying there dying in their blood

Two Timing Slim, who’s ever heard of him

I’ll drag his corpse through the mud

It’s now or never, more than ever

When I met you I didn’t think you would do

It’s soon after midnight and I don’t want nobody but you

⑱Gotta Serve Somebody

You may be an ambassador to England or France

You may like to gamble, you might like to dance

You may be the heavyweight champion of the world

You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage

You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage

You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief

They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk

You may be the head of some big TV network

You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame

You may be living in another country under another name

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a construction worker working on a home

You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome

You might own guns and you might even own tanks

You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride

You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side

You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair

You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk

Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk

You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread

You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy

You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy

You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray

You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed

You’re gonna have to serve somebody

Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody 

⑲Blowin’ in the wind 

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it’s washed to the sea?

Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist

Before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind 

⑳Ballad Of A Thin Man

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 tax-deductible charity organizations

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

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?