Thanks to the Cheney, Limbaugh ilk for keeping these lyrics relevant. Include this one in the soundtrack to your next waterboarding party!
Pop-rock-punk-a-billy
Hope you receive your blessings.
New music on the way.
Cheers
Story behind the song
You may be a president, cowboy, or clown, but there's one thing everybody knows: It's a bad idea to get your fashion advice from the emperor who's got no clothes.
Lyrics
1.
I go walking in my pajamas
Is everybody looking at me?
Can't recall when I woke up.
Got to remember to breathe. (loud exhale)
(Loud inhale on pickup)
(soto voce) Don't look now, but there's a new king in town;
Guess we've all been asleep too long.
Who would've thought that just looking like me
Would turn out to be so very wrong?
You may be a president, cowboy, or clown, there's one thing everybody knows
It's a bad idea to get your fashion advice from an emperor that has no clothes.
2.
There's some guy smiling there through a hole in his head;
He says, "Hey! We've been lookin' for you."
"We know where you've been, we know what you've done;
we think we know what you're gonna do."
"Just take a deep breath; put your head in the bag,
You're gonna get your 15 minutes of fame.
You're gonna look great, you're gonna be a slam dunk;
And you're the perfect one to take the blame."
You may be a president, cowboy, or clown, there's one thing everybody knows
It's a bad idea to get your fashion advice from an emperor that has no clothes.
