Poor, Poor Joseph
Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice
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Next day, far from home
The brothers planned their repulsive crime
Let us grab him now
Do him in while we 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
Poor, poor Joseph what you gonna do?
Things look bad for you
Hey, what you gonna do?
Poor, poor Joseph what you gonna do?
Things look bad for you
Hey, what you gonna do?
Could you use a slave?
The hairy bunch of Ishmaelites
Young, strong, well behaved
Going cheap and he reads and writes
In a trice the dirty deal was done
Silver coins for Jacob's favorite 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
And I don't speak Egyptian very well
Joseph's brothers tore his precious multi-colored coat
Having ripped it off, 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 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