[Joseph]
Seven years of bumper crops
Are on their way
Years of plenty endless wheat
And tons of hay
Your farms will boom
There won't be room
To store the surplus
Food you grow
After that the future
Doesn't look so bright
Egypt's luck will change
Completely overnight
And famine's hand
Will stalk the land
With food an all-time low
Noble king there is no doubt
What your dreams are all about
All these things you saw
In your pajamas
Are a long-range forecast
For your farmers
And I'm sure
It's crossed your mind
What it is you have to 'llnd
Find a man to lead you
Through the famine
With a flair
For economic planning
But who this man could be
I just don't know
Who this man could be
I just don't know
Who this man could be
I just don't know Joe