[Narrator]    Joseph's coat annoyed his brothers       [Brothers]    But what makes us mad    Are the things that Joseph tells us of the    Dream's he often had       [Joseph]    I dreamed that in the fields one day,    The corn gave me sign    Your eleven sheaves of corn    All turned and bowed to mine    My sheaf was was quite 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 higgher thing 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 goldens 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