He was a king who loved to show his clothes
Who had coats for every hours of the day
He preferred spending more time in the dressing bed
One day he said, Make me one of the finest clothes on earth
With the most unimaginable colours and patterns
I heard about new strangers that are coming into town
The magnificent weavers that can sew me one
Special
Imaginary gold and silk
Invisible
Anyone who's unfit won't able to see it
The weavers started working on a set up empty loom
The king was excited as he paid tons of fortune
He wished to see but feared he might found out that he's a fool
The truth is nothing there, yet no one dare to say
And he walks to parade
Pretentious cheering of a fake long train
The king is naked, shout the child
Spell was broken and the whole town cried
Innocent prattle, have you hear a such
The king is naked and the whole town cried
It gave him shivered, they might be right
Still he decided to proudly walk
