POTIPHAR:



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