Go, Go, Go Joseph

Joseph's luck was really out—his spirit and his fortune low

Alone he sat, alone he thought of happy times he used to know

(Hey dreamer, don't be so upset)

(Hey Joseph, you're not beaten yet)

Go, go, go Joseph—you know what they say

Hang on now Joseph, you'll make it some day

Don't give up Joseph, fight till you drop

We've read the book and you come at on top

Now into Joseph's prison cell were flung two very frightened men

We don't think we will ever see the light of day again

Hey, Joseph, help us if you can

We've had dreams that we don't understand

Both men were servants of Pharaoh the king

Both in the doghouse for doing their thing

One was a baker; a cook in his prime

One was a butler; the Jeeves of his time

Tell me of your dreams, my friends, and I will tell you what they show

Though I cannot guarantee to get it right—I'll have a go

First the butler, trembling, took the floor

Nervously, he spoke of what he saw

There I was standing in front of a vine

I took some grapes and I crushed them to wine

I gave them to Pharaoh who drank from my cup

I tried to interpret but I had to give up

You will soon be free my friend, so do not worry any more

The king will let you out of here—you'll buttle as you did before

Next, the baker rose to tell his dream

Hoping it would have a similar theme

There I was standing with baskets of bread

High in the sky, I saw birds overhead

Who flew to my baskets and ate every slice

Now give me the message—like his would be nice

Sad to say your dream is not the kind of dream I'd like to get

Pharaoh has it in for you; your execution date is set

Don't rely on all I said I saw...

It's just that I have not been wrong before

Go, go Jo

Go, go Jo

Go, go Jo

Go, go Jo

Go, go, go Joseph—you know what they say

Hang on now Joseph, you'll make it some day

Sha-la-la, Joseph, you're doin' fine