Headed out on a Saturday night
Hair combed out and your beard trimmed tight
Feelin’ good from your head to your toes
But you ain’t wearin’ no clothes
 
Sound-check at eight and on stage by ten
Playin’ the part of the Pop-Star again, but
You can’t see what’s right in front of your nose;
Still ain’t wearin’ no clothes

Got your pick of all those little girls
not old enough to drink
All the while, your wife’s at home
Well, I, I wonder what she’d think

After-party, perched on your throne
Rubbin’ the ears of the subjects you own, but
All the while you’re caressin’ their lobes
Still ain’t wearin’ no clothes

Got your pick of all those little girls
they're not old enough to vote
While all the while your wife's at home
well she’d kindly cut your throat

You might think that I’m sayin’ too much
‘Bout your misguided antics and such, but
If you don’t like what’s contained in my prose
You know you should be wearin’
Everybody can't help starin’
You know you should be wearin’ more clothes

The Emperor (Has No Clothes)

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