The Hamilton Polka

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 the trading charter
 Alexander Hamilton
 My name is Alexander Hamilton
 And there's a million things I haven't done
 But just you wait, just you wait
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 I am the one thing in life I can control
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 Wait for it
 I am inimitable
 I am an original
 And if there's a reason I'm still alive
 When so many have died
 Then I'm willin' to—
 I'm willing to
 Work, work!
 Angelica!
 Work, work!
 Eliza!
 And Peggy—
 Look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!
 History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be
 In the greatest city
 In the greatest city in the world!
 The world turned upside down
 The world turned upside down
 The world turned upside down
 The world turned upside down
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 Yeah you'll blow us all away
 Oceans rise, empires fall
 We have seen each other through it all
 And when push comes to shove
 I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!
 Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
 Da da dat dat da da ya da!
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 No one else was in
 The room where it happened
 The room where it happened
 The room where it happened
 No one else was in
 The room where it happened
 The room where it happened
 The room where it happened
 No one really knows how the game is played
 The art of the trade
 How the sausage gets made
 We just assume that it happens
 But no one else is in the room where it happens
 We are outgunned (What?)
 Outmanned (What?)
 Outnumbered
 Outplanned
 We gotta make an all out stand
 Ayo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man
 Hamilton!
 Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
 Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean—
 Hamilton!
 Sir, you're gonna have to use him eventually
 What's he gonna do on the bench? I mean—
 Hamilton!
 No one has more resilience
 Or matches my practical tactical brilliance—
 Hamilton!
 You wanna fight for your land back?
 Hamilton!
 I need my right hand man back!
 Uh, get ya right hand man back
 You know you gotta get ya right hand man back
 I mean you gotta put some thought
 Into the letter but the sooner the better
 To get your right hand man back!
 It must be nice, it must be nice
 To have Washington on your side
 It must be nice, it must be nice
 To have Washington on your side
 Look back at the Bill of Rights (Which I wrote!)
 The ink hasn't dried
 It must be nice, it must be nice
 To have Washington on your side—
 Somebody has to stand up for the South!
 Somebody has to stand up to his mouth!
 If there's a fire you're trying to douse
 You can't put it out from inside the house
 I'm in the cabinet, I am complicit in
 Watching him grabbin' at power and kiss it
 If Washington isn't gon' listen
 To disciplined dissidents, this is the difference:
 This kid is out
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 In New York you can be a new man
 How do you write like you're running out of time?
 Write day and night like you're running out of time?
 Ev'ry day you fight like you're running out of time
 Like you're running out of time
 Are you running out of time?
 Let me tell you what I wish I'd known
 When I was young and dreamed of glory
 You have no control
 Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
 I know that we can win
 I know that greatness lies in you
 But remember from here on in
 History has its eyes on you (Whoa...)
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 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
 We gonna rise up, time to take a shot (Not throwing away my shot)
 We gonna rise up, time to take a shot (Not throwing away my shot)
 We're gonna rise up, rise up! (It's time to take a shot!)
 Rise up, rise up!
 And I am not throwing away my
 Not throwing away my shot
 There's a million things I haven't done
 But just you wait (Just wait)
 What's your name, man?
 Alexander (Hamilton)
 Alexander (Hamilton)
 Alexander (Hamilton)
 Alexander