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NarratorNext day, far from home,The brothers planned the repulsive crimeBrothersLet us grab him now,Do him in, while weave got the timeNarratorThis they did and made the most of itTore his coat and flung him in pitBrothersLet us leave him here,All alone, and he's bound to dieNarratorWhen some Ishmaelites,A hairy crew, came riding byIn a flash the brothers changed their planBrothersWe need cash. Let's sell him if we canNarrator, Female Ensemble & ChildrenLetras de cancionesPoor, 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?BrothersCould you use a slave,You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?Young, strong, well-behaved,Going cheap and he reads and writesNarratorIn a trice the dirty deal was doneSilver coins for Jacob's favourite sonThen the IshmaelitesGalloped off with the slave in towOff to Egypt where Joseph was not keen to goIt wouldn't be a picnic he could tellJosephAnd I don't speak Egyptian very wellNarratorJoseph's brothers toreHis precious multi-coloured coatHaving ripped it up,They next attacked a passing goatSoon the wretched creature was no moreThey dipped his coat in blood and guts and goreNarrator, Ensemble & ChildrenOh 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 From Letras Mania