Text: Andrew Lloyd Webber. Potiphar.

Joseph was taken to Egypt in chains and sold
Where he was bought by a captain named Potiphar

Potiphar had very few cares
He was one of Egypt's 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 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

Potiphar was cool and so fine
But his wife would never toe the line
It's all there in chapter 39 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
Every 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 things you have done
Are beyond the pale"

Poor, poor Joseph locked up in a cell
Things ain't going well hey
Locked up in a cell