Potiphar had very few cares.

He was one of Egypts millionaires.

Having made a fortune buying shares

In pyramids.

Potiphar had made a huge pile.

Owned a large percentage of the Nile.

Meant that he could really live in style

And he did.



Joseph was an uniportant

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 tow 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

Ev'ry morning she would beckon

"Come and lie with me, love."

Joseph wanted to resist her

'Till one day she proved too eager.

Joseph cried in vain,

"Please stop!  I don't believe in free love!"



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.



Letting out a mighty roar,

Potiphar burst through the door:

Joseph, I'll see you rot in jail.

The thing you have done are beyond the pale.



Poor, poor Joseph, locked up in a cell.

Things aren't going well, hey,

Locked up in a cell.



poor poor joseph

locked up in a cell

things aren't going well,hey,

locked up in a cell



locked up

in a cell