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