[Burr]
How does a Bastard, Orphan, Son of a Whore and a Scotsman,
Alex: Wow thanks Burr!..
Burr: Hey! thats not me!..It's true though..
Alex: HEY!
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?
Thomas: Scholar? Maybe..Hero? Definitely not!
Alex: I don't see why you're talking!
John: Damn..
[John]
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
John: Wait, What?! You don't have a father?!
Laf:Mon ami tu aurais pu nous le dire..
John:?..Translation
Laf: My friend, you could've told us..
Herc: Yea!
Alex: Well I don't like getting pitied..
G.Wash! Too bad, son.
Alex: Notcha son.
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
Peggy: Fourteen?. that's a bit to young..
Martha: Agreed
[Thomas/Lafayette]
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
Thomas: Stealing is illegal
Alex: Well when your on your own you have to do whatever it takes to survive
Madison: On your own?.
Alex: Lets get back to watching.
[Madison/Hercules]
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
G.Wash: Jesus, son..
Alex: Notcha son
[Burr]
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?
[Hamilton]
Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there's a million things I haven't done
But just you wait, just you wait
Burr: What have you NOT done?
Alex: Everything.
[Eliza]
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
[Ensemble]
And Alex got better but his mother went quick
Herc: Alex..
G.Wash: Jesus..both of your parents?.
Alex: Stop please, I don't like talk about it..
