Puttin’ on the Marxby Jenner. Based on Puttin’ on the Ritz, by Irving BerlinHave you seen the cosmic clown, strolling trough his end of townTwirling on a silver string his dimension-ommy-thing?How swell to have been a "Chaos ex machina’,Pullings strings from above, like the Aaron we love.Come and dare to cross the portalsTo see where the plane of mortals disembarks -Puttin’ on the MarxLet’s get down and subatomicIn some town that’s like a comic by Carl Barks -Puttin’ on the MarxWe could even make like the narrator,Right inside our ditto-ball theater. Revelator.Dandy spats, white gloves and waistcoats,Sharp cravats and snappy greatcoats made of quarks -Puttin’ on the MarxdanceWith a magic ship we fly about on,Trying not to look like Patrick Troughton. Castin’ doubt onNationhood, no easy answers,Greater good and making chances. See the sparks.Puttin’ on the Marx.