Narrator 

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 quite a sight to see 

A golden sheaf and tall 

Yours were green and second-rate 

And really rather small 

~ Brothers ~

Small! 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, dreamer, the dreamer, dreamer, the dreamer,

dreamer, the dreamer, dreamer, the dreamer, dreamer, dreamer,

dreamer, dreamer has to go!