14. The Emperor’s New Clothes

Poom ba ba ba ba ba ba

Boom ba ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba ba ba

Strutting proud with head held high,

an invisible light draped.

Ministers cry, “What fine attire!”

Tailors coax, “Gold thread will shine!”

The King turns to the crowd,

“Look at me! My new robes, oh, do they stun?”

All sing praises and lies,

the wise alone will know.

Don’t see a thing, I see it now!

Don’t see a thing.

Look at him, - I cannot see,

oh my!

Poom ba ba ba ba ba ba

Boom ba ba ba ba ba ba

His majesty is nude. - The Emperor is bare,

The King has no clothes on,

oh dear.

Crown woven out of hollow lies

on empty head it rests.

Wind scatters falsehood like sand

and trembling glory’s shreds.

Grandioso fades to dust,

loneliness remains.

Shadows pale to ashen grey,

like mist, they drift.

Woo - Hm

Hm - Woo

Woo - Hm

Look!

Swaggering proud with head held high

in translucent illusion.

Ministers cry, “Such luxury!”

Tailors coax, “Fine cuffs will shine!”

The King turns to the crowd,

“My majesty, does it awe?”

All sing praises and lies.

Even he can’t see it all, wooah!

The King ain’t got no clothes on. Ew

The King hides in shame,

my grandeur stripped to blush.

People turn and flee the scene.

The child sees the naked truth.

Mm - Hm

Shoo bee doo da.

Crown of mist, a fragile thing 

that melts in the morning’s light.

Shoo bee doo dap.

Vanity’s a glass made ring

that shatters at first sight.

Shoo bee dap. - He’s naked now, 

Shoo bee doo. - Don’t see a thing, 

he’s naked now, 

don’t see a thing.

Hua la la la la la

hua la la la 

Emperor’s naked.