Emperor's New Band Lyrics
Words and Music by Mark Robertson
Do you remember the thrill, back before it used to pay all your bills
When you shared a house and practiced in the basement?
But now you're racking up the hits, and the drummer really wants to quit
But he's not sure he can make his new house payments
Tour bus wheels, solo deals, living off of the fad of the land
Catered meals, keep it real and never get too close to the fans
Come on, give the boys a hand, as they're striking up the bland
Put your hands together for the emperor's new band
Do you remember a time, back before you ever made a dime
And you played the open mic nights for exposure?
But now you're loved and adored and the singer's back at Betty Ford
And the ex-wives all feel the need for some closure
VH-1, setting sons, and all the strings and vocals are canned
Drugs and guns, too much fun, way too much excitement to stand
Come on, give the boys a hand, their supply's still in demand
Put you hands together for the emperor's new band, the emperor's new band
Maybe it's just timing or fate
Maybe the flavor of the month just passed its expiration date
And in five years, the "Where Are They Now?" show will find them
The band with the brightest future behind them, behind them
Tour bus wheels, solo deals, living off the fad of the land
Catered meals, keep it real and never get too close to the fans
VH-1, setting sons, way too much excitement to stand
Come on, give the boys a hand, as they're striking up the bland
Come on, give the boys a hand
Put your hands together, might be now or never, put your hands together
For the emperor's, the emperor's new band, the emperor's new band
The emperor's new band
