Jason Donovan - Poor, Poor Joseph

Next day, far from home
the brothers planned the 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, and he’s bound to die
when some Ishmaelites
a hairy crew, came riding by
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
We need cash, let’s sell him 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 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
oh, and I don’t speak Egyptian very well

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