Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers
 Brothers
 But what makes us mad
 Are the things that Joseph tells us of the
 Dreams he's often had
 Joseph
 I dreamed that in the fields one day
 The corn gave me a sign
 Your eleven sheaves of corn
 All turned and bowed to mine
 My sheaf was quit a sight to see
 A golden sheaf and tall
 Yours were green and second-rate
 And really rather small
 Brothers
 This is not the kind of thing
 We brothers like to hear
 It seems to us that Joseph and his
 Dreams should disappear
 Joseph
 I dreamed I saw eleven stars
 The sun the moon and sky
 Bowing down before my star,
 It made me wonder why
 Could it be that I was born
 For higher things than you?
 A post in someone's government
 A ministry or two
 Brothers
 The dreams of our dear brother are
 The decade's biggest yawn
 His talk of stars and golden sheaves
 Is just a load of corn
 Not only is he tactless but
 He's also rather dim
 For there's eleven of us and
 There's only one of him
 The dreams of course will not come true
 That is, we think they won't come true
 That is, we hope they won't come true
 What if he's right all along?
 The dreams are more than crystal clear
 The writing on the wall
 Means that Joseph some day soon
 Will rise above us all
 The accuracy of the dreams
 We brothers do not know
 But one thing we are sure about
 The dreamer has to go