Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat1999

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:
Poor, poor Joseph, what'cha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey, what'cha gonna do?

[frightened by a snake]

Narrator:
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 were 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! 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.