Next to stay far from home,
the brothers planned a repulsive crime
If they did and made the most of it
Saw his coat and flung him in a fit
Let us leave him here all alone
When the stormy Ishmaelites,
the brothers changed their plan
Oh, poor Joseph, what you gonna do?
Poor, Joseph, what you gonna do?
You hairy bunch of Ishmaelites
Good, strong, well -behaved
Storing cheese, heavy reeds, and rice
In a trice, the dirty deal we've done
Galloped off with his slave in tow
Off to Egypt where Joseph
It wouldn't be a picnic, he could tell
Oh, and I don't speak Egyptian very well
Joseph's brothers tore his
precious multicolored coat
they next attacked a passing ghost
They dipped his coat in blood
You make a sword in blue pay