They are throwing away the bones There are soldiers on the street The Emperor's on the phone... Some people mustn't meet They're throwing away the bones There was this poet now she's dead They're burying the bones All who saw the Emperor naked But Eddy he's alright He put the cash in Switzerland He's flying there tonight Praise God, Democracy and Parliament They are digging up the bones The Emperors limo's on the street Yeah they're digging up the bones Important people are discreet They are digging up the bones I swear this child will lose his head The Emperor puts away the phone \"Alles klar... kein problem now\" he said And Eddy's alright Gold bullion and cash to spare He'll spend some there tonight On this girl who lets him do weird shit to her They are throwing away the bones There are hit men on my street And Eddy's on the phone Some people mustn't meet Come what may They'll be back some day From Blue Bayou