Erzдhlerin: Next day, far from home, The brothers planned the repulsive crime
Brьder: Let us grab him now, Do him in, while we've got the time
Erzдhlerin: This they didi and made the most of it Tore his coat and flung him in a pit
Brьder: Let us leave him here, All alone, and he's bound to die
Erzдhlerin: When some Ishmaelites, A hairy crew, came riding by In a flash the brothers changed their plan
Brьder: We need cash. Let's sell him if he can
Erzдhlerin & Frauen & Kinder: 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?
Brьder: Could you use a slave, You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites? Young, strong, well-behaved, Going cheap and he reads and writes
Erzдhlerin: In a trice the dirty deal was done Silver coins for Jacob's favourite 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
Joseph: And I don't speak Egyptain very well
Erzдhlerin: 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
Erzдhlerin & 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