Ballad of a Thin Man 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? Copyright © 1965 by Bob Dylan; Renewed 1993 Special Rider Music | Previous Poem |