(Stay alive)(Stay alive) where’s my son?Mr. Hamilton, come in, they brought him in a half an hour agoHe lost a lot of blood on the way over (Stay alive) is he alive?Yes, but you ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spotIn the Caribbean by providence impoverishedIn squalor, grow up to be a hero and ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Christopher Jackson
Life's a balloonThat tumbles or risesDepending on what is insideFill it with hopeAnd playful surprisesAnd oh, deary ducksThen you're in for a rideLook inside the balloonAnd if you ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?You have my eyes You have your mother’s nameWhen you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heartI’m dedicating every day to youDomes...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a showerSomehow defeat a global superpower?How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Christopher Jackson
There’s nothing rich folks love moreThan going downtown and slummin’ it with the poorThey pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the commonJust to watch them ta...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nineThere are ten things you need to know (number one!)We rowed across the Hudson at dawnMy friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (num...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
Un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf (un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-neuf )Good, un deux trois quatre cinq six sept huit (un-deux-trois-quatre-cinq-six-sept-huit-n...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Lin-Manuel Miranda
How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a showerSomehow defeat a global superpower?How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Christopher Jackson
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 a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Christopher Jackson