(That's true)
1780, a winter's ball
And the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all
Be seated at the right hand of the father
But Hamilton still wants to fight, not write
But what do we have in common?
Go on and on, grow into more of a phenomenon?
Hey, hey, hey, hey. hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?
Ladies! [1]
Ladies! [2]
Ladies! [3]
Looks! Proximity to power
Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him
Now Hamilton's skill with a quill is undeniable
There are so many to deflower!
They delighted and distracted him
Washington hires Hamilton right on sight
Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother
We're reliable with the
Yo, if you could marry a sister, you're rich, son