Next day, far from home,
 The brothers planned the repulsive crime

 Br?der:
 Let us grab him now,
 Do him in, while we've got the time

 Erz?hlerin:
 This they didi and made the most of it
 Tore his coat and flung him in a pit

 Br?der:
 Let us leave him here,
 All alone, and he's bound to die

 Erz?hlerin:
 When some Ishmaelites,
 A hairy crew, came riding by
 In a flash the brothers changed their plan

 Br?der:
 We need cash. Let's sell him if he can

 Erz?hlerin & Frauen & Kinder:
 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?

 Br?der:
 Could you use a slave,
 You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites?
 Young, strong, well-behaved,
 Going cheap and he reads and writes

 Erz?hlerin:
 In a trice the dirty deal was done
 Silver coins for Jacob's favourite son

 Then the Ishmaelites
 Galloped off with a 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 Egyptain very well

 Erz?hlerin:
 Joseph's brothers tore
 His precious multi-coloured 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

 Erz?hlerin & 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