Narrator 

Next 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