You could say that this town's
seen better days
There's rats everywhere
and some of them don't
have Mercedes
The ho metown crowd
wants to see us pass by
So please save our lives or catch our eye
And a V2 bombed us with
a million roses
Nobody said a single thing
about your new clothes, your new clothes,
your new clothes,
about your new clothes.
So no ifs and buts,
no one's got the guts no more
This is no picture show,
and it's no fairy story
Some claim they cannot afford the price
To see true prophets predict with dice
Or read the future with a mythic tarot
And who amongst them
could foretell the force
Of your new clothes
Your new clothes
Your new clothes
Your new clothes
Your new clothes are bad,
your new clothes
Hey, I dig them
They're so hip that I'm
turning green
They're a fashion statement,
yeah, but no one knows
What they mean
I wanna know so bad, but I'm afraid
To find of what fine stuffs
they're made of
Fashion experts they
can't claim to know
What sat isfies them most about
Your new clothes
Your new clothes
Your new clothes
Your new clothes,
your new clothes,
about your new clothes
We're cold and naked,
in case you hadn't guessed
And the Emperor is the only
one who is dressed
Well if that seems neat,
that's cause it is
Things don't bang,
they don't even fizz
They just go off right in your hand
There's a little boy in the furthest stand
Who says, am I the only one who knows?
But we don't hear,
cause we're so in love
With your new clothes,
your new clothes
Your new clothes, your new clothes
Your new clothes, your new clothes
Your new clothes,
your new clothes,
your new clothes with your new clothes
You