The Emperor of the bathroom
Is a friend of yours and mine
He's got his own religion
And can explain it in one line
He stands up on his gold throne
And tries to wire the lamp
And his kingdom falls to darkness
As his arms begin to cramp
And it offer you the mirror
And it offer you the sun
And he makes you feel so special
Like he does to everyone
Everyone
Everyone
The Emperor of the bathroom
Has been around for quite a while
A ruler of the heavens
But no stranger to the tile
With his heavy ropes and razor
He prepares to face the fight
And his subjects line the hallway
And salute with their flashlight
And it offer you the mirror
And it offer you the sun
And he makes you feel so special
Like he does to everyone
Everyone
Everyone
Everyone with half a mind is gonna be their
Anyone with anymore is gonna be elsewhere
Everyone with half a mind is gonna be their
The Emperor of the bathroom
Has unpleasant work to do
The water will be blooded
By the time that he is through
Attendance cover their eyes
As they pull in from the back
With a tablet of instructions
To reveal the aftermath
And it offer you the mirror
And it offer you the sun
And he makes you feel so special
Like he does to everyone
Everyone
Everyone
Anyone with half a mind is gonna be their