Lyrics Poor, Poor Joseph - Andrew Lloyd Webber , Peter Reeves

Next day, far from home
The brothers planned a 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 he's bound to die

When some Ishmaelites
A hairy crew came riding by
In a flash, the brothers changed their plan
We'll catch this slave 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 favorite son

Then the Ishmaelites
Galloped off with the slave in tow
Off to Egypt, where
Joseph wasn't keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic, he could tell
And he didn't speak Egyptian very well
Joseph's brothers tore
His precious multi-colored coat
Having ripped it up
Next they 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