Don't own it don't sue me.
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The Sisters Go To Egypt/Grovel, Grovel
Narrator: So back in Canaan the future looked rough!
Jackie's family were finding it tough
Sis: For the famine has caught us unprepared,
Our clothes are out of date!
And we are getting scared!
It's enough to make anyone blurt*
We are down to our very last shirt,
We will cry if we hang around here,
But in Egypt, there's things going spare,
They've got tops, they've got bags,
They've got gloves and scarves,
And if we had time
We could have a laugh!
N & Kids: So they finally decided to go,
Off to Egypt to see sister Jo,
Where they all crowded 'round Josie's store
Sis: We need clothes,
Have you got any more?
N: Josie found it a strain not to laugh because,
Not a sister among them knew who she was!
Josie: I shall now take them all for a ride,
After all, they tried the female version of fratricide... ~ I dreamed that in the store one day
The clothes gave me a sign,
Your eleven mini skirts all turned and bowed to mine,
I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun, the moon and sky
Bowing down at my pedicured feet,
And now I realise why! ~ How do I know where you come from?
You could be rich!
Telling me you have no outfits,
It would make me sick,
How do I know who you are?
Why do you think I should clothe you,
Would you help me?
Sis: (shouted) Yes!
J: Why on earth should I believe you,
I've no guarantee...
Sis: Grovel, grovel,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
We are just eleven sisters,
Stylish, that's true,
Though we know our fashion's nothing,
When up next to you!
"In this season's" our middle name!
Style is slowly ebbing from us,
Chic almost gone,
It's getting easy to notice,
Famine has now won...
Grovel, grovel,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
J: I rather like the way you're talking,
Keen and sincere,
Suddenly your moving story
Gets me...right here (points to her heart)
Sis: This is what we hoped you'd say!
J: All this tugging at my heartstrings
Seems quite justified,
I shall give you clothes you came for,
And lots more besides!
Sis: Thank-you, Thank-you,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
(music gets faster)
N: Josie handed them bags filled with clothes,
And they grovelled like you would suppose,
Then unseen Josie nipped out around the back,
And planted a necklace in young Becky's sack,
When the sisters were ready to go,
Josie turned to them all with a terrible stare and said...
J: No!
No!
No, no, NO!
*Blurt - blubbing, crying, sobbing, etc.
ánÔ?+þ¸©¯`\ÓÓ¨!?+Æ
The Sisters Go To Egypt/Grovel, Grovel
Narrator: So back in Canaan the future looked rough!
Jackie's family were finding it tough
Sis: For the famine has caught us unprepared,
Our clothes are out of date!
And we are getting scared!
It's enough to make anyone blurt*
We are down to our very last shirt,
We will cry if we hang around here,
But in Egypt, there's things going spare,
They've got tops, they've got bags,
They've got gloves and scarves,
And if we had time
We could have a laugh!
N & Kids: So they finally decided to go,
Off to Egypt to see sister Jo,
Where they all crowded 'round Josie's store
Sis: We need clothes,
Have you got any more?
N: Josie found it a strain not to laugh because,
Not a sister among them knew who she was!
Josie: I shall now take them all for a ride,
After all, they tried the female version of fratricide... ~ I dreamed that in the store one day
The clothes gave me a sign,
Your eleven mini skirts all turned and bowed to mine,
I dreamed I saw eleven stars
The sun, the moon and sky
Bowing down at my pedicured feet,
And now I realise why! ~ How do I know where you come from?
You could be rich!
Telling me you have no outfits,
It would make me sick,
How do I know who you are?
Why do you think I should clothe you,
Would you help me?
Sis: (shouted) Yes!
J: Why on earth should I believe you,
I've no guarantee...
Sis: Grovel, grovel,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
We are just eleven sisters,
Stylish, that's true,
Though we know our fashion's nothing,
When up next to you!
"In this season's" our middle name!
Style is slowly ebbing from us,
Chic almost gone,
It's getting easy to notice,
Famine has now won...
Grovel, grovel,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
J: I rather like the way you're talking,
Keen and sincere,
Suddenly your moving story
Gets me...right here (points to her heart)
Sis: This is what we hoped you'd say!
J: All this tugging at my heartstrings
Seems quite justified,
I shall give you clothes you came for,
And lots more besides!
Sis: Thank-you, Thank-you,
Cringe, bow, stoop, fall,
Worship, we'll shop!
Beg, kneel, sponge, crawl (x2)
(music gets faster)
N: Josie handed them bags filled with clothes,
And they grovelled like you would suppose,
Then unseen Josie nipped out around the back,
And planted a necklace in young Becky's sack,
When the sisters were ready to go,
Josie turned to them all with a terrible stare and said...
J: No!
No!
No, no, NO!
*Blurt - blubbing, crying, sobbing, etc.