Nest day, far from home
 The brothers planned the repulsive crime
 Brothers
 Let us grab him now
 Do him in, while we've got the time
 Narrator
 This they did and made the most of it
 Tore his coat and flung him in a pit
 Brothers
 Let us leave him here
 All alone and he's bound to die
 Narrator
 Then 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 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
 Joseph
 And I don't speak Egyptian very well
 Narrator
 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
 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
 Sold to be a slave