Marx Bros dream XXI

Verse 1

Groucho said we're going to the east

To a fight we never signed

Harpo honked his little horn

And the whole world lost its mind

Chico's accent thick as soup

We are dreamers gripped by war

A border line in black and white

With a drone above the door

Pre-Chorus

Tell the colonel we've been tricked

Tell the camera we feel sick

Chorus

War is not a dream

It's a moving picture scene

Shot in grainy gray

Where the funny men go blue

War is not a dream

It's the sharpest little sting

Wake us up okay

We'd rather jest than rue

Post-Chorus

La-la-la we fight

La-la-la tonight

(Ooh) wake us up

(Wake us up) from the fright

Verse 2

Harpo's on the enemy front

And he's yawning at the mud

Chasing drones across the plains

Where there used to be some blood

He wants dinner or a duck

He wants slapstick not a shell

The other brothers stomp their feet

Saying nothing dreams so well

Pre-Chorus

Take us back to twenty-nine

Where the world was just a line

Chorus

War is not a dream

It's a moving picture scene

Shot in grainy gray

Where the funny men go blue

War is not a dream

It's the sharpest little sting

Wake us up okay

We'd rather jest than rue

Bridge

Black and white had wars as well

But Groucho made the cannons laugh

Harpo plucked a rubbery string

And turned a battlefield in half

We want fun instead of fear

We want gags and not the guns

Let this future fade to black

Let the dreamers be the ones

Chorus

War is not a dream

It's a moving picture scene

Shot in grainy gray

Where the funny men go blue

War is not a dream

It's the sharpest little sting

Wake us up okay

We'd rather jest than rue

Outro

Then a colonel marched right in

Barked in perfect pain

Stand at attention now

And say it once again

War is not a dream boys

It is action in the mud

So pick up up your gags

And shine them with your blood