Potiphar had very few cares
I was one of Egypt's millionaires
Having made a fortune buying shares
In pyramids
Potiphar had made a huge pile
Owned a large percentage of the Nile
Meant that I could really live in style and I did
Joseph was an unimportant slave who found he liked his master
Consequently worked much harder, even with devotion
Potiphar could see that Joseph was a cut above the average
Made him leader of the household, maximum promotion
Potiphar was cool and so fine
But his wife would never toe the line
It's all there in chapter thirty-nine
Of Genesis
She was beautiful but evil
Saw a lot of men against his will
He would have to tell her that she still
Was his
Joseph's looks and handsome figure had attracted her attention
Every morning she would beckon
POTIPHAR'S WIFE:
Come and lie with me love
POTIPHAR:
Joseph wanted to resist her, till one day she proved too eager
Joseph cried in vain
JOSEPH:
Please stop! I don't believe in free love
POTIPHAR:
Potiphar was counting shekels in his den below the bedroom
When he heard a mighty rumpus clattering above him
Suddenly he knew his riches couldn't buy him what he wanted
Gold would never make him happy if she didn't love him
NARRATOR:
Letting out a mighty roar
Potiphar burst through the door
POTIPHAR:
Joseph, I'll see you rot in jail
The things you have done are beyond the pale
CHORUS OF WEEPING MAIDENS:
Poor poor Joseph, locked up in a cell
Things ain't going well, hey, locked up in a cell
