The Bones

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

Lyrics © David Knopfler 2001