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This Country's Going to War

Groucho Marx
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Groucho Marx


[Firefly]
Then it’s war!
Then it’s war!
Gather the forces!
Harness the horses!
Then it’s war!

[Minister]
Freedonia’s going to war!

[General]
Each native son will grab a gun.

[Stenographer]
And run away to war!

[All]
At last we’re going to…
Feet will beat along the street to…
War!
We’re going to war!

[Chicolini and Bob]
At last the country’s going to war

[All]
It seems the country’s going to war.

[Ministers]
At last the country’s going to war.

[All]
We’re going to war!

[Prosecutor]
This is a fact we can’t ignore.

[All]
We’re going to war!
This is a fact we can’t ignore!
We’re going to war!

[Firefly]
In case you haven’t heard before
I think they think we’re going to war
I think they think we’re going to war

[All]
We’re going to war!

[Bob]
I think they think we’re going to war

[All]
We’re going to war!

[Chicolini]
We’re going to war!

[Guards]
We’re going to war!

[Chicolini]
We’re going to war!

[All]
To war, to war, to war we’re gonna go!

[The Four Brothers]
Oh, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de-ho.

[All]
To war, to war, to war we’re gonna go!

[The Four Brothers]
Oh, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de-ho.

[All]
Oh, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de-ho.

[The Four Brothers]
Oh, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de-ho.

[All]
Oh, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de, hi-de-ho.

[The Four Brothers]
Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho.

[All]
Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho, hooooooo….

[The Four Brothers]
They got guns,
We got guns,
All God’s chillun got guns.
We're gonna walk all over
The battlefield 'cause
All god's children got guns

Oh Freedonia,
Oh doncha cry for me,
Coz I’m comin’ round the mountain
With a banjo on my knee.

[All]
Oh, Freedonia,
Oh, doncha cry for me

[The Four Brothers]
Cos I’m coming round the mountain...
With a banjo on my…

[All]
To war, to war, to war we’re gonna go
To war, to war, to war…
To war, to war,
We soon will say goodbye

[Bob](tearfully)
Oh, how we’d cry for Firefly.
If Firefly should die.

[All]
A mighty man is he,
A man of brawn who’ll carry on
Till dawn of Victory.
With him to lead the way
Our spirits will not lag,
Until the judgement day
We’ll rally round the flag, the flag, the flag, the flag!



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