How does the bast*rd, orphan, son of a wh*re Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write Now Hamilton's skill with a quill is undeniable But what do we have in common We're reliable with the Ladies There are so many to deflower Ladies Looks Proximity to power Ladies They delighted and distracted him Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him That's true Seventeen-eighty A winter's ball And the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all Yo, if you can marry a sister, you're rich, son Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one? Hey Hey Hey hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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