Next day, far from home The brothers planned a 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 pit (Let us leave him here) (All alone and 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—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha gonna do? Poor, poor Joseph—whatcha gonna do? Things look bad for you, hey—whatcha 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 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-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

I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting for the double E The railroad don't run no more Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood Well, I ain't naming names But she really worked me over good She was just like Jesse James She really worked me over good She was a credit to her gender She put me through some changes Lord Sort of like a waring blender Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These young girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me Woo! Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These girls won't let me be Lord have mercy on me, woe is me I met a girl at the rainbow bar She asked me if I'd beat her She took me back to the hired house I don't wanna talk about it (hut!) Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Hut! Never mind) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Woo-hoo, yeah) Poor, poor, pitiful me

I don't really think I need the reasons Why I won't succeed I haven't started Let's get this show on the road Let's make it obvious Peron is off and rolling Eyes, hair, mouth, figure Dress, voice, style, movement Hands, magic, rings, glamour Face, diamonds, excitement I came from the people They need to adore me So Christian Dior me From my head to my toes I need to be dazzling I want to be rainbow high They must have excitement And so must I Eyes, hair, mouth, figure Dress, voice, style, movement I'm their product It's vital you sell me So Machievelle me Make an Argentine rose I need to be thrilling I want to be rainbow high They need their escape And so do I Eyes, hair, mouth, figure Dress, voice, style, movement Hands, magic, rings, glamour Face, diamonds, excitement All my descamisados expect me to outshine the enemy The aristocracy I won't disappoint them I'm their saviour That's what they call me So Lauren Bacall me Anything goes To make me fantastic I have to be rainbow high In magical colours You're not decorating a girl for a night on the town And I'm not a second rate queen Getting kicks with a crown Next stop will be Europe The rainbow's gonna tour Dressed up somewhere to go We'll put on a show Look out, mighty Europe Because you wanna know what you're gonna get in me Just a little touch of Just a little touch of Argentina's brand of star quality