Please tell me I’m not alone in being mad that I have to explain this meme/song to someone who’s a now a music educator for 50 years, and it’s “this doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what song you are referring to cause ‘ what’s that sound’ is not in the next frame
Are supposed musician educators that illiterate?
A 7 year old knows the song
It’s not exactly clear to me either.
You almost got a heart outta me, but I kinda wanna fight you.
(I threw my iPad across the room after reading your response)
I don’t get it either. But I’m not a music educator.
Feel free to go ahead and wreck your iPad. 
You’re lucky there’s not a man with a gun over there.
You’ve got to beware.
i cant with you fools right now…
what just transpired, shig would be proud of you all
You know the more I listen to it, the less I’m sure that song is really about cows after all.
I’m even more confused now. Was that meme about Dylan after all, and not a Buffalo Springfield song? Are the two songs related? Or are the phrases just similar?
And who the fuck is Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones is Bowie, David Robert Jones to be precise
Damn, that’s prescient.
I used to stumble through the barrio with him, yes.
here you go…
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’ll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And 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 God
Am I here all alone?”
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately 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
Because something is happening here
But 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 already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You’ve been with the professors
And they’ve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well read
It’s well known
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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?
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”
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Sure. But I was referring to the one that started the debacle:
But it doesn’t matter anymore. Chaos reigns 
The name of my next metal album.
(un)clearly this is just the band Blur, right?
lol - that took me a minute. Well done!
