Lyrics - Poor Poor Joseph by Joseph

(
Narrator)
Nest 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'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 favorite son
Then the
Ishmaelites
Galloped off with the slave in tow
Off to
Egypt were
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

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