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Narrator: |
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Next day, far from home, |
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The brothers planned the repulsive crime |
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Brothers: |
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Let us grab him now, |
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Do him in, while weave got the time |
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Narrator: |
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This they did and made the most of it |
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Tore his coat and flung him in pit |
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Brothers: |
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Let us leave him here, |
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All alone, and he's bound to die |
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Narrator: |
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When some Ishmaelites, |
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A hairy crew, came riding by |
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In a flash the brothers changed their plan |
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Brothers: |
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We need cash. Let's sell him if we can |
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Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children: |
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Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? |
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Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? |
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Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? |
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Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do? |
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Brothers: |
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Could you use a slave, |
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You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? |
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Young, strong, well-behaved, |
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Going cheap and he reads and writes |
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Narrator: |
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In a trice the dirty deal was done |
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Silver coins for Jacob's favourite son |
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Then the Ishmaelites |
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Galloped off with the slave in tow |
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Off to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to go |
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It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell |
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Joseph: |
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And I don't speak Egyptian very well |
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Narrator: |
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Joseph's brothers tore |
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His precious multi-coloured coat |
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Having ripped it up, |
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They next attacked a passing goat |
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Soon the wretched creature was no more |
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They dipped his coat in blood and guts and gore |
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Narrator, Ensemble & Children: |
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Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? |
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You make a sordid group, hey, how low can you stoop? |
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Poor, poor Joseph, sold to be a slave |
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Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave |
