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