Tim Rice - Poor Poor Joseph lyrics

[NARRATOR] Next day, far from home The brothers planned the repulsive crime [BROTHERS] Let us grab him now Do him in, while weave got the time [NARRATOR] This they did and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in pit [BROTHERS] Let us leave him here All alone, and he's bound to die [NARRATOR] When 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 favourite son Then the Ishmaelites Galloped off with the 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-coloured coat Having ripped it up They next attacked a pa**ing 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