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