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Capo
2nd Fret
Am
You
walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
F
You try so hard
Dm
But you don't understand
C
Em
Just what you'll say
Am
When you get home.
C
Em
Because something is happening here
Am
But you don't know what it is
F
Am
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?"
But something is happening
And 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
And something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Am
You have many contacts
C
Among the lumberjacks
F
To get you facts
Am
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
C
Anyway they already expect you
F
To all give a check
Dm
G
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
But something is happening here
And 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"
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
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 is happening
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?
AT BUDOKAN VERSION
Capo 2nd Fret
Am
You
walk into the room
E
With your pencil in your hand
C
You see somebody naked
D9
And you say, "Who is that man?"
F
You try so hard
Dm
But you don't understand
Am
Em
Just what you'll say
Am
When you get home.
C
Em
Something is happening here
Am
C
But you don't know what it is
F
Dm Am
Do you, Mister Jones?
You sneak in the window
And you say, "Is this where it is?"
Somebody points his finger at 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?"
Something is happening
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go see the geek
Who 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
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Am
You have many contacts
C
Out there among the lumberjacks
F
To get you facts
Am Am
Dm Am
When someone attacks your imagination, (Ima - -gina - - tion)
But nobody has any respect
C
Anyway they already expect you
F
To hand over your check
Dm
G
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
The sword swallower, walks up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
Asks you how it feels
And says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You crawl into the room
Like a camel and you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And you put your nose to the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You go to be made
To wear earphones
Something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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
Something is happening here
And 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"
Something is happening
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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