Poor, Poor Joseph Songtext - Andrew Lloyd Webber

Poor, Poor Joseph - Andrew Lloyd Webber

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

Brothers:
Let us grab him now
Do him in, while weave got the time

Narrator:
This they did and made the most of it
Tore his coat and flung him in pit

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

Narrator:
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

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 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

Narrator:
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

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


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