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Well I'm the man with the scam |
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And though I've never sewn a stitch |
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I've stumbled onto something |
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Guaranteed to make me rich |
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All I gotta do is fool one imperial nitwit |
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You'll never not see clothes |
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Like you won't see those |
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Every inch of stitchin' missin' |
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From your hat to your hose |
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And if one of those hose |
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Happens to have a hole in it |
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It's not as if anybody's |
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Gonna notice when it's |
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The Emperor's Clothes |
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Are fine |
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You'll never see nothing finer |
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Nothin' like those |
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So right |
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That you'll never see the like, the like |
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Well I just got into town |
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I took a quick look around |
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I heard you needed a suit |
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Opportunity found |
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'Cos I'm the man that you need |
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I'm gonna make you some tweeds |
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I'm gonna make 'em so they're |
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Magical, beautiful, that's irrefutable now |
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Well only Philistines |
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Could look upon these things |
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From the Teddy Bear pajamas |
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To the nipple rings |
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And not agree with me |
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This is a suit like no other |
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They're gonna gape and gawk |
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They're gonna stammer and stare |
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'Cos the fabric's so fine |
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It's like it's not even there |
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You're gonna give 'em a thrill |
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They're never gonna get over |
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If I make it through this |
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I'm gonna be in clover |
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The Emperor's Clothes |
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Are right! |
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You'll never see nothing righter |
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So overexposed |
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So right |
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That you'll never see the light, the light |
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Well today's the day |
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I'm gonna make my play |
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I'm takin' my creation to the center stage |
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And I might lose a little |
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But I just might win big |
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You got the heads of the SLA, the NRA |
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The Sendero Luminoso, and the CIA |
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At least one of every other kind of |
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Hot shot and bigwig |
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They're all comin' down |
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They're gonna meet at the shindig |
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In The Emperor's Clothes |
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All right! |
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You'll never see nothing finer |
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Nothin' like those |
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So fine |
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That you'll never see the like |
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Of The Emperor's Clothes |
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All right! |
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That you'll never see the like, the like |