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 a 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
CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:
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 deed was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not too 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-colored 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
Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave
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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 a 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
CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:
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 deed was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not too 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-colored 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
Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave
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 a 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
CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:
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 deed was done Silver coins for Jacob's favorite son Then the Ishmaelites galloped off with a slave in tow Off to Egypt where Joseph was not too 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-colored 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
Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop? You make a sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop? Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave
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