| 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 |