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ZOR AND ZAM
The Monkees
The King of Zor, he called for war
And the King of Zam, he answered
The fashioned their weapons
One upon one, ton upon ton
They called for war at the rise of the sun
Out went the call, to one and to all
That echoed and rung like the thunder
Trumpets and drums
More upon more, war upon war
Rolling the call to come out to war
Throughout the night, they fashioned their might
With right on the side of the mighty
They puzzled their minds
Plan upon, plan, man upon man
In the dying of dawn, the Great War began
The met on the battlefield, banner in hand
They looked out across the vacant land
The counted the missing
One upon one, none upon none
The war, it was over before it began
Two little kings
Playing a game
They gave a war
And nobody came
And nobody came
Nobody came
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