Poor, Poor Joseph

Next day, far from home
The bothers planned the repulsive crime
Let us grab him now
Do him in, while we've 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'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?

Could you use a slave
You 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 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
And I don't speak Egyptian very well.

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.

Oh now brothers, how low can you stoop?
You made 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.