[00:00.00] 作词 : Bob Dylan
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Bob Dylan
[00:23.84]You walk into the room
[00:24.98]
[00:26.03]With your pencil in your hand
[00:27.49]
[00:28.18]You see somebody naked
[00:30.16]And you say, “Who is that man?”
[00:31.86]
[00:33.44]You try so hard
[00:34.61]But you don’t understand
[00:36.52]
[00:37.89]Just what you’re gonna say
[00:39.21]When you get home
[00:40.96]
[00:43.17]Something is happening
[00:44.82]But you don’t know what it is
[00:46.47]
[00:47.46]Do you, Mister Jones?
[00:50.25]
[00:55.72]You snecked your window
[00:57.22]
[00:57.53]And you say, “Is this where it is?”
[00:59.21]
[01:00.43]Somebody points to you and says
[01:03.02]“It’s his”
[01:04.19]
[01:05.25]And you say, “What’s mine?”
[01:06.69]Somebody else says, “Where what is?”
[01:08.38]
[01:08.58]You say, “Oh my God
[01:10.09]Am I here all alone?”
[01:12.70]
[01:14.86]Something is happening
[01:16.34]But you don’t know what it is
[01:18.14]
[01:19.38]Do you, Mister Jones?
[01:22.08]
[01:27.33]You hand in your ticket
[01:28.46]
[01:29.36]To go and see the geek
[01:31.11]
[01:31.76]Who walks up to you
[01:33.30]When he hears you speak
[01:35.24]
[01:36.56]And says, “How does it feel
[01:37.89]To be such a freak?”
[01:39.51]
[01:40.16]And you say, “Impossible”
[01:41.87]As he hands you a bone
[01:44.18]
[01:46.20]Something is happening
[01:47.66]And you don’t know what it is
[01:49.90]
[01:50.83]Do you, Mister Jones?
[01:53.80]
[01:58.57]You have many contacts
[01:59.83]
[02:00.49]Among the lumberjacks
[02:02.74]To get you facts
[02:03.57]When someone attacks your imagination
[02:05.88]
[02:08.21]But nobody has any respect
[02:09.44]
[02:09.99]Anyway they just expect you
[02:11.97]
[02:12.46]You’ve had a check
[02:14.00]To tax-deductible charity organizations
[02:21.44]
[02:54.22]The sword swallower, walks up to you
[02:57.51]And he kneels
[02:58.34]
[02:58.92]He crosses himself
[03:00.30]And then he clicks his high heels
[03:02.48]
[03:03.62]And without further notice
[03:04.82]Asks you how it feels
[03:06.65]
[03:07.14]And he says, “Here is your throat back
[03:08.93]Thanks for the loan”
[03:11.25]
[03:13.16]Something is happening here
[03:14.62]And you don’t know what it is
[03:16.47]
[03:17.50]Do you, Mister Jones?
[03:20.57]
[03:57.01]You crowd in the room
[03:58.18]Like a camel and you frown
[04:00.15]
[04:00.88]You put your eyes in your pocket
[04:02.64]And put your nose on the ground
[04:05.10]
[04:06.09]There ought to be a law
[04:07.53]Against you comin’ around
[04:09.42]
[04:10.36]You’re got be made
[04:11.10]To be wearing telephone
[04:14.62]
[04:15.97]Something is happening here
[04:17.57]And you don’t know what it is
[04:19.91]
[04:20.50]Do you, Mister Jones?
[04:23.44]
[04:28.16]Something is happening here
[04:30.08]And you don’t know what it is
[04:32.41]Do you, Mister Jones?
[04:36.24]

作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
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’re gonna say
When you get home
Something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You snecked your window
And you say, “Is this where it is?”
Somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you say, “What’s mine?”
Somebody else says, “Where what is?”
You say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone?”
Something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
To go and 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
And 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 just expect you
You’ve had a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
The sword swallower, walks up to you
And he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
Asks you how it feels
And he says, “Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan”
Something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You crowd in the room
Like a camel and you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And put your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You’re got be made
To be wearing telephone
Something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?