Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice
from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor
Dreamcoat (c) 1969
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 hariy 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 deal 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 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 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