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"
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?
Bob Dylan | Ballad of a Thin Man
