A musical retelling of Moses and God's encounter, with Moses reluctantly refusing the call to free the Israelites. The video dramatizes the ten plagues through rhythmic chanting and the repeated refrain "Pharaoh, let my people go," blending reverent biblical narrative with playful, exaggerated humor.
Hee, sheepy, sheepy, hee, hee. What is that? That wasn't here a minute ago.
Stop, Moses. Take off your shoes. You are standing on holy ground. It is time to set my people free from slavery, Moses, and you are just the man to do it.
Oh no, I'm never going back there. Actually, I'm just a shepherd, and I'm looking for my sheep now. Hee! Sheepie, sheepie, hee!
Moses, stop your shouting and stop your arguing. Follow me and I will make you a shepherd of people.
No thanks, I'll stick with the sheep, woolly sheep.
This isn't a dinner invitation, Moses. You can't just say you're busy. This is your destiny. And now is your time. Follow me.
Buh-buh-bye.
Desert, sheep, fire. It's all part of my plan, Moses. Desert, sheep, fire, Egypt.
Oh no, not Egypt. I'm never going back there.
Oh, but you will. We will go together.
You have heard Pharaoh's answer. Tell your people to get back to work. Yet again you refuse. You leave me no other choice. They are my people, not yours or your gods. So you have said many times. Pharaoh, please, the God of Israel, the God of your slaves, asks you, when will you let my people go? Go? Go? Never! Stop asking. But you have seen God's power. Do you dare disobey again? Disobey? I am Pharaoh. I am king. I obey no one. But you've seen the plagues your hard heart has brought upon Egypt. The Nile turned to blood. Blood. There were frogs. Frogs. Lice. Lice. Flies. Flies. Dead animals. Dead animals. Boils. Thunder and hail. Locusts. Darkness. And now, God gives no more chances. Let his people go or there will be a great sadness in all of Egypt. Every eldest son will die. No! No! Uh, Pharaoh, have you thought this through? You don't talk to Pharaoh like that. Please? Please? Please? No! Let my people go! Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go. Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, the burning bush told me just the other day that I should come over here and say, gotta get my people out of Pharaoh's hand and lead them over to the promised land. Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go! Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah! The Nile turned to blood, Pharaoh's kitchens sink too. And along came a host of little creepy crew, like slimy green frogs and itchy pesky gnats. Till the Pharaoh shouted out, "That's enough of that!" Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go! My people go. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, let my people go. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. So when Pharaoh said no, God sent painful sores and the cattle started dying. Please no more. When the darkness set in and the hail came down, it really gave Pharaoh a grumpy frown. Pharaoh, Pharaoh, oh Pharaoh, Pharaoh let my people go! Ah yeah-yeah-yeh Pharoah pharaoh oh Pharao— Let My People Go ah yea ya yei pharah-pharaho Ohh Faro'o lel mi p'pil doth Yahya'ya farafo ro ho nero Lek Mih Pipl Gō Leib mii plippl gô Leh Mi Piłgŏ lėb mi piʻkl ghǒk? Yeahhhhhh!
