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How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a Forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence
Impoverished, in squalor Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar founding father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a Trading charter
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man” Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and The world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?”
Alexander Hamilton My name is Alexander Hamilton And there’s a million things I haven’t done But just you wait, just you wait...
When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin in their own sick, the scent thick And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying “You gotta fend for yourself.” He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf
There would have been nothin’ left to do For someone less astute He woulda been dead or destitute Without a cent of restitution
Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord Tradin’ sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin’ for every book he can get his hands on Plannin’ for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man Scammin’ In New York you can (Plannin’) Be a new man— (Oooh...) In New York you can Be a new man—
Just you wait! Just you wait! In New York you can be a new man— In New York— New York— Just you wait! Alexander Hamilton
Alexander Hamilton We are waiting in the wings for you Waiting in the wings for you You could never back down
You never learned to take your time! You never learned to take your time! Oh, Alexander Hamilton Oh, Alexander Hamilton
When America sings for you (Alexander Hamilton…) Will they know what you overcame? (America sings for you)
The world will never be the same, oh (Will they know you rewrote the game?) The world will never be the same, oh
The ship is in the harbor now See if you can spot him Another immigrant (Just you wait) Comin’ up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep (Just you wait) America forgot him
We fought with him Me? I died for him Me? I trusted him Me? I loved him And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him
There’s a million things I haven’t done But just you wait! What’s your name, man? Alexander Hamilton!
1776. New York City Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends. Who’s asking? Oh, well, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir…
I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours.
I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir. He handles the financials? You punched the bursar
I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid
So how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast? It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more Than anyone bargained for…
Can I buy you a drink? That would be nice While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less What? Smile more Ha Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for You can’t be serious
You wanna get ahead? Yes Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead
Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it? Show time! …like I said… Show time! Show time! Yo!
I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!
Those redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!
Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!
I came from afar just to say “Bonsoir!” Tell the King “Casse toi!” Who’s the best? C’est moi!
Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan Up in it, lovin’ it, yes I heard ya mother said “Come again?” Ayyyyy
Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets… Wow
No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more… To the revolution!
Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college! Aaron Burr! Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!
Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land Boooo!
Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for? If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for? Ooh (Ooh Ooh)
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?
I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!
Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot!
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge!
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the— A-L-E-X-A-N-D E-R—we are—meant to be… A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me! (He says in parentheses) Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy And I am not throwing away My shot (My shot!)
I am not throwing away My shot (My shot!) Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot (And I’m not throwing away my shot.) I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot It’s time to take a shot!
I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’
When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my— Shot!
Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a— Shot!
But we’ll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Have another— Shot!
Geniuses, lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught You’ve got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!
Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is! Ooh
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before (Who are you?) I promise that I’ll make y’all proud Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd
I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot
Ev’rybody sing: Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Hey! Whoa! (Whoa!) Wooh!! Whoa! (Whoa!) Ay, let ‘em hear ya! Yea!
Let’s go! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I said shout it to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Said, to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Come on! Yea!
Come on, let’s go! Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa! Whoa!)
When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) Whoa! Rise up! Rise up!
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty
Scratch that This is not a moment, it’s the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with Something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin’ But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately Smashin’ every expectation Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a Forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence

Impoverished, in squalor Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father Got a lot farther by working a lot harder By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a Trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man” Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland

“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and The world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?”

Alexander Hamilton My name is Alexander Hamilton And there’s a million things I haven’t done But just you wait, just you wait...

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden

Half-dead sittin in their own sick, the scent thick And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice saying “You gotta fend for yourself.” He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin’ left to do For someone less astute He woulda been dead or destitute Without a cent of restitution

Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord Tradin’ sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford

Scammin’ for every book he can get his hands on Plannin’ for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land

In New York you can be a new man Scammin’ In New York you can (Plannin’) Be a new man— (Oooh...) In New York you can Be a new man—

Just you wait! Just you wait! In New York you can be a new man— In New York— New York— Just you wait! Alexander Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton We are waiting in the wings for you Waiting in the wings for you You could never back down

You never learned to take your time! You never learned to take your time! Oh, Alexander Hamilton Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you (Alexander Hamilton…) Will they know what you overcame? (America sings for you)

The world will never be the same, oh (Will they know you rewrote the game?) The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now See if you can spot him Another immigrant (Just you wait) Comin’ up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep (Just you wait) America forgot him

We fought with him Me? I died for him Me? I trusted him Me? I loved him And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done But just you wait! What’s your name, man? Alexander Hamilton!

1776. New York City Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends. Who’s asking? Oh, well, sure, sir

I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir…

I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours.

I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir. He handles the financials? You punched the bursar

I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast? It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan

God, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more Than anyone bargained for…

Can I buy you a drink? That would be nice While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice

Talk less What? Smile more Ha Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for You can’t be serious

You wanna get ahead? Yes Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it? Show time! …like I said… Show time! Show time! Yo!

I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!

Those redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!

I came from afar just to say “Bonsoir!” Tell the King “Casse toi!” Who’s the best? C’est moi!

Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan Up in it, lovin’ it, yes I heard ya mother said “Come again?” Ayyyyy

Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets… Wow

No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more… To the revolution!

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college! Aaron Burr! Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!

Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land Boooo!

Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for? If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for? Ooh (Ooh Ooh)

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?

I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot!

Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot!

I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish

The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish I gotta holler just to be heard With every word, I drop knowledge!

I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable

Only nineteen but my mind is older These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder

Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish I walk these streets famished

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name

I am the— A-L-E-X-A-N-D E-R—we are—meant to be… A colony that runs independently Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly

Essentially, they tax us relentlessly Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free

So there will be a revolution in this century Enter me! (He says in parentheses) Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me

I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy And I am not throwing away My shot (My shot!)

I am not throwing away My shot (My shot!) Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry

And I’m not throwing away my shot (And I’m not throwing away my shot.) I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot It’s time to take a shot!

I dream of life without a monarchy The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’

When I fight, I make the other side panicky With my— Shot!

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis

I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a— Shot!

But we’ll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me

You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion Have another— Shot!

Geniuses, lower your voices You keep out of trouble and you double your choices

I’m with you, but the situation is fraught You’ve got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!

Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot

Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...

What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not

A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is! Ooh

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth

I never had a group of friends before (Who are you?) I promise that I’ll make y’all proud Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry

And I’m not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot

Ev’rybody sing: Whoa, whoa, whoa (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Hey! Whoa! (Whoa!) Wooh!! Whoa! (Whoa!) Ay, let ‘em hear ya! Yea!

Let’s go! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! I said shout it to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Said, to the rooftops! (Whoa!) Come on! Yea!

Come on, let’s go! Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up

Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up When are these colonies gonna rise up? When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa! Whoa!)

When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) When are these colonies gonna rise up? (Whoa!) Whoa! Rise up! Rise up!

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

See, I never thought I’d live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many

Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that This is not a moment, it’s the movement Where all the hungriest brothers with Something to prove went?

Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land

And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?

Or will the blood we shed begin an endless Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

I know the action in the street is excitin’ But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’

We need to handle our financial situation Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately Smashin’ every expectation Every action’s an act of creation!

I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow And I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot