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: Then 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 you gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what you gonna do?
Poor, poor Joseph, what you gonna do?
Things look bad for you, hey, what you 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 favorite 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-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
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
Sold to be a slave