Narrator: Joseph was taken to Egypt in chains and sold
Where he was bought by a captain named Potiphar
Narrator & MM: Potiphar had very few cares
He was one of Egypt's millionaires
Having made a fortune buying shares in
Potiphar: Pyramids!
Narrator & MM: Potiphar had made a huge pile
Owned a large percentage of the Nile
Potiphar: Meant that I could really live in style
Narrator & MM: And he did
Potiphar: (And I did!)
Narrator: Joseph was an unimportant
Slave who found he liked his master
Consequently worked much harder
Even with devotion
Poitphar could see that Joseph
Was a cut above the average
Made him leader of his household
Maximum promotion
Narrator & MM: Potiphar was cool and so fine
Potiphar: But my wife would never toe the line
Narrator & MM: It's all there in chapter thirty-nine Of Genesis
Potiphar: (Don't beleive everything you read there!)
Narrator & MM: She was beautiful but
Mrs. Potiphar: Evil
Narrator & MM: Saw a lot of men against his will
He would have to tell her that she still
Was his
Potiphar: You're mine!
Narrator: Joseph's looks and handsome figure
Had attracted her attention
Every morning she would beckon
Mrs. Potiphar: Come and lie with me, love
Narrator: 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
Mrs. Potiphar:
Pity!
Narrator:
Potiphar was counting sheckels
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, Ensemble & Children
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
Narrator, Ensemble & Children:
Poor, poor Joseph, locked up in a cell
Things ain't going well, hey, locked up in a cell
Poor, poor Joseph, locked up in a cell
Things ain't going well, hey, locked up in a cell