Next day, far from home, the brothers planned the repulsive crime
Let us grab him now, do him in, while we've got the time
This they did and made the most of it
Tore his coat and flung him in a pit
Let us leave him here, all alone, and he's bound to die
When some Ishmaelites, a hairy crew, came riding by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
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?
Could you use a slave, you hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
Young, strong, well-behaved, going cheap and he reads and writes
In a trice the dirty deed 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 too keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell
And I don't speak Egyptian very well
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 sorry group, hey, how low can you stoop?
Poor poor Joseph, sold to be a slave
Situation's grave, hey, sold to be a slave