D.W. Griffith makes film epics of sweet and grandeur
Senate, hell
He just makes movies
Heartbreak and passion may both be in fashion
But I wanna make the world laugh
Let others do drama of sin and disgrace
While I throw a fish in the heroine's face
To keep 'em in stitches
I'd burn the star's britches
And saw Cousin Sally in half
Let Mr. Griffith deal with humanity's woes
I'd rather film the guy with the fly on his nose
My goal and my mission
My burning ambition
Is, I wanna make the world laugh!
Some have a leaning for dark hidden meaning
But I wanna make the world laugh
Let other directors film tragic romance
But I like the hero with ants in his pants
Nothing I've found is as sweet as that sound is
The music that fattens the calf
My great new plot is not about tyranny's lash
It deals with itching powder and Papa's mustache
This curse I've been blessed with
Completely possessed with
Is, I wanna make the world
Heartbreak and passion may both be in fashion
But we wanna make the world laugh
Let others do drama of sin and disgrace
While we throw a pie in the heroine's face
To keep 'em in stitches
We'd burn the star's britches
And saw Cousin Sally in half
So keep the schmaltz
And the suds and the sobs
The only art we know is to tickle the slobs
This curse we've been blessed with
Completely possessed with
Is, we wanna make the world laugh!