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BROTHERS:
JOSEPH:
BROTHERS:
Yours were green and second-rate And really rather small
This is not the kind of thing
We brothers like to hear
It seems to us that Joseph and his Dreams should disappear
I dreamed I saw eleven stars The sun the moon and sky Bowing down before my star,
It made me wonder why
Could it be that I was born
A post in someone's government A ministry or two
The dreams of our dear brother are The decade's biggest yawn
His talk of stars and golden sheaves Is just a load of corn
Not only is he tactless but He's also rather dim
For there's eleven of us and
There's only one of him
The dreams of course will not come true That is, we think they won't come true That is, we hope they won't come true What if he's right all along?
The dreams are more than crystal clear The writing on the wall
Means that Joseph some day soon
Will rise above us all
The accuracy of the dreams We brothers do not know
But one thing we are sure about The dream has to go!
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
Poor Poor Joseph
NARRATOR:
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BROTHERS:
NARRATOR:BROTHERS:
NARRATOR & CHOIR:
BROTHERS:
NARRATOR:
JOSEPH:
NARRATOR:
NARRATOR & CHOIR:
Let us leave him here
All alone and he's bound to die
Then some Ishmaelites
In a flash the brothers changed their plan
Solo:
We need cash. All: Let's sell him if we canPoor, 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 was not keen to go
It wouldn't be a picnic he could tell
And I don't speak Egyptian very well
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
CHOIR:
Sold to be a slave, Sold to be a slaveWhistle/Harmonica?
Tore his coat and flung him in a pit
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