POOR POOR JOSEPH

Poor Poor Joseph
Poor Poor Joseph:

Narrators A:
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

Narrators A:
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

Narrators A:
When 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

Narrators:
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

Narrators A:
In a trice the dirty deal was done
Silver coins for Jacob's favourite 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

Narrators A:
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 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