[Joseph]   Seven years of bumper crops are on their way   Years of plenty endless wheat and tons of hay   Your farms will boom   There won't be room   To store the surplus food you grow      After that, the future doesn't look so bright   Egypt's luck will change completely over night   And famine's hand will stalk the land   With food an all-time low      Noble king, there is no doubt   What your dreams are all about   All these things you saw in your pajamas   Are a long range forecast for your farmers      And I'm sure it's crossed your mind   What it is you have to find   Find a man to lead you through the famine   With a flair for economic planning      But who this man could be   I just don't know   Who this man could be   I just don't know   Who this man could be   I just don't know...