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
