aos fatosQuandoalguem ataca sua imaginacaoMasninguem mais tem respeitoEles jaesperam de todo jeitoDar ocheque perfeitoParaorganizacoes de caridadeCominsencao fiscalVoceesteve entre os professoresTodosgostaram de sua visagemComgrandes advogados voceDiscutiu os leprosos e a ladroagemVoceatravessou todaA obrade F. Scott FitzgeraldVoce emuito letradoIsso ebem sabidoMas haalgo acontecendo aquiE vocenao sabe o que eVoce sabe, seu Jose? Bem, oengolidor de espadasEle vemate voceEntaose ajoelhaEle sebenzeE entaosobe nos saltos e de esguelhaSemmais nem menosEle pergunta: a que se assemelha? E diz: Eissua garganta de voltaObrigadopelo emprestimo. E vocesabe que ha algo acontecendoMas vocenao sabe o que eVocesabe, seu Jose? Agoravoce ve esse anao caolhoGritandoa palavra CaracaE vocediz, Por que razao?E elediz, Saca?E vocediz, O que isso significa?E elegrita de volta, Voce e uma vaca!Me de um pouco de leite ou va para casaE vocesabe que ha algo acontecendoMas vocenao sabe o que eVocesabe, seu Jose? Bem,voce se encaminha para o quartotal um camelocheio de preocupacaoVocetem os olhos no seu bolsoE seunariz no chao Deveriahaver uma leiContraa sua circulacaoVocedeveria ser feito para fones de ouvidoE vocesabe que ha algo acontecendoMas vocenao sabe o que eVocesabe, seu Jose?(Trad. Guilherme Preger)The Ballad of a Thin ManYou walk into the roomWith your pencil in your handYou see somebody naked and youyou say, "Who is that man?"You try so hardBut you don't understandJust what you'll sayWhen you get homeBecause something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You raise up your headAnd 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 GodAm I here all alone?"But something is happening hereand you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You hand in your ticketAnd you go watch the geekWho immediately walks up to youWhen he hears you speakAnd says, "How does it feelto be such a freak?"And you say, "Impossible"As he hands you a boneAnd something is happening hereBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?You have many contactsAmong the lumberjacksTo get you factsWhen someone attacks your imaginationBut nobody has any respectAnyway they already expect youTo just give a checkTo tax-deductibleCharity organizationsYou've been with the professorsAnd they've all liked your looksWith great lawyers you haveDiscussed lepers and crooksYou've been throughAll of F. Scott Fitzgerald's booksYou're very well readIt's well knownBut something is happening hereAnd you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, the sword swallowerHe comes up to youAnd then he kneelsHe crosses himselfAnd then he clicks his high heelsAnd without further noticeHe asks you how it feels?And he says, "Here is your throat backThanks for the loan"And you know something is happeningBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Now you see this one-eyed midgetShouting 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 happeningBut you don't know what it isDo you, Mister Jones?Well, you walk into the roomLike a camel and then you frownYou put your eyes in your pocketAnd your