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(Narrator)Nest day, far from homeThe brothers planned the repulsive crime(Brothers)Let us grab him nowDo him in, while we've got the time(Narrator)This they did and made the most of itTore his coat and flung him in a pit(Brothers)Let us leave him hereAll alone and he's bound to die(Narrator)Then some IshmaelitesA hairy crew came riding byIn 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 slaveYou hairy bunch of IshmaelitesYoung, strong, well-behavedGoing cheap, and he reads and writes(Narrator)In a trice the dirty deal was doneSilver coins for Jacob's favorite sonThen the IshmaelitesGalloped off with the slave in towOff to Egypt were Joseph was not keen to goIt wouldn't be a picnic he could tell(Joseph)And I don't speak Egyptian very well(Narrator)Joseph's brothers toreHis precious multi-colored coatHaving ripped it upThey next attacked a passing goatSoon the wretched creature was no moreThey 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 slaveSituation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave
(Narrator)Nest day, far from homeThe brothers planned the repulsive crime(Brothers)Let us grab him nowDo him in, while we've got the time(Narrator)This they did and made the most of itTore his coat and flung him in a pit(Brothers)Let us leave him hereAll alone and he's bound to die(Narrator)Then some IshmaelitesA hairy crew came riding byIn 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 slaveYou hairy bunch of IshmaelitesYoung, strong, well-behavedGoing cheap, and he reads and writes(Narrator)In a trice the dirty deal was doneSilver coins for Jacob's favorite sonThen the IshmaelitesGalloped off with the slave in towOff to Egypt were Joseph was not keen to goIt wouldn't be a picnic he could tell(Joseph)And I don't speak Egyptian very well(Narrator)Joseph's brothers toreHis precious multi-colored coatHaving ripped it upThey next attacked a passing goatSoon the wretched creature was no moreThey 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 slaveSituation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave