You walk into the room with your laptop in your handYou see something on Naked Cap and you say, “What now!?”You try so hard but you don’t understandJust what you will say to tickle funny bonesBecause something is happening here but you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones*?
You raise up your head and you ask, “Is this where it is?”And somebody points to Trump and says, “It’s his”And you say, “What’s mine?” and somebody else says, “Well, what is?”And you say, “Oh my God, am I here all alone?”But something is happening and you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
You suppress the urge to vomit and you go watch the geekWho immediately goes into Trump trance speakAnd says, “How wondrous it feels to be such a tariff freak!”And you say, “Impossible!” as he hands you inflation at homeAnd something is happening here but you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
You have many contacts among the jacks of all tiradesTo get you facts when the mainstream media relies on imaginationBut nobody has any respect for the fourth estate anywayThey already expect you not to believe themOr any other old school news organizations
Ah, you’ve been with the economists and their dismal scientist looksWith great joy you have discussed bankers and Wall*Street crooksYou’ve been through all of their cooked booksYou’re very well-read, it’s well-knownBut something is happening here and you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
Well, the dog killer, she comes up to the border and then she kneelsShe crosses herself and then she clicks her high heelsAnd without further notice, she asks you how it feelsAnd she says, “Here is your country back, thanks to the DHS”And you know something is happening but you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
Now, you see this tall midget shouting the words “Fire Powell Now”And you say, “For what reason?” and he says, “How”And you say, “What does this mean?” and he screams back, “Don’t have a cow!Give me some low interest rates or else Jay goes home”And you know something’s happening but you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
Well, you log onto the blog after you wake up, and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocket and your nose on the groundThere ought to not be a law against the truth comin’ aroundYou should not be made to wear a blindfold‘Cause something is happening and you don’t know what it isDo you, Generation Jones?
Ballad of a Thin Man, by Bob Dylan
* a nickname for those born from 1958-64, Baby Boomers in theory-but not really
