The Emporer's New Clothes

Lyrics

We're so fastidiously pondering perfidious points of confusion. We so assidiously toke those fat, oregano joints of delusion. It's time we run through the sprinkler. Take a blast from the hose. It's bound to be a spine tingler in our Emperor's New Clothes. We're so hot diggedy dogging with those squiggly snails of collusion. We're so persnickety, tiptoeing cross their rickety rails of illusion. Let's punch the clock while it's tickin'. Tap the sap while it flows. Lay our eggs like a chicken, and shed the Emperor's New Clothes. We're wide-eyed like yolks in the albumen, hoodwinked in our imaginary cloth, sun dried like an old beef jerky human, with sour milk 'neath the froth, parading past those rubbernecks unabashedly like David Lee Roth. We're so voluptously frooging to the groove of our own exploitation, We so conspicuously boogie to behoove some full-blown affectation. It's time we exit the spaceship, feel the sand neath our toes, start embracing the harelip, and ditch the Emperor's New Clothes. We're wide-eyed like yolks in the albumen, hoodwinked in our imaginary cloth, sun dried like an old beef jerky human, with sour milk 'neath the froth, parading past those rubbernecks unabashedly like David Lee Roth.

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Jeff Root

Music Credits: Jeff Root

Producer Credits: Jeff Root

Publisher Credits: Black Hole Publishing

Label Credits: Root Cellar Records

Metadata

Song Length: 2:55

Primary Genre: Rock-Alternative

Secondary Genre: Rock-Indie/Low-Fi