NARRATOR:
Joseph was taken to Egypt in chains and sold
Where he was bought by a captain named Potiphar
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar had very few cares
He was one of Egypt's millionaires
Having made a fortune buying shares in
POTIPHAR:
Pyramids
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar had made a huge pile
Owned a large percentage of the Nile
POTIPHAR:
Meant that I could really live in style
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
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
Potiphar could see that Joseph
Was a cut above the average
Made him leader of his household
Maximum promotion
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar was cool and so fine
POTIPHAR:
But my wife would never toe the line
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
It's all there in chapter thirty-nine
Of Genesis
She was beautiful but
MRS. POTIPHAR:
Evil
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Saw a lot of men against his will
He could 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
Locked up in a cell
Joseph was taken to Egypt in chains and sold
Where he was bought by a captain named Potiphar
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar had very few cares
He was one of Egypt's millionaires
Having made a fortune buying shares in
POTIPHAR:
Pyramids
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar had made a huge pile
Owned a large percentage of the Nile
POTIPHAR:
Meant that I could really live in style
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
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
Potiphar could see that Joseph
Was a cut above the average
Made him leader of his household
Maximum promotion
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Potiphar was cool and so fine
POTIPHAR:
But my wife would never toe the line
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
It's all there in chapter thirty-nine
Of Genesis
She was beautiful but
MRS. POTIPHAR:
Evil
NARRATOR & MALE ENSEMBLE:
Saw a lot of men against his will
He could 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
Locked up in a cell