Released: March 2, 2018

Songwriter: Lin-Manuel Miranda

Producer: “Weird Al” Yankovic

[Verse 1: "Alexander Hanimton"]
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

[Verse 2: "Wait For It"]
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—

[Verse 3: "The Schuyler Sisters"]
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!

[Verse 4: "Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)"]
The world turned upside down
The world turned upside down
The world turned upside down
The world turned upside down (Down, down, down, down)

Yeah, you'll blow us all away

[Verse 5: "You'll Be Back"]
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!

[Verse 6: "The Room Where It Happens"]
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

[Verse 7: "Right Hand Man"]
We are outgunned (What?)
Outmanned (What?)
Outnumbered
Outplanned
We gotta make an all out stand
Ayo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man

[Verse 8: "Guns and Ships"]
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!

[Verse 9: "Washington By Your Side"]
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

[Verse 10: "Non-Stop"]
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?

[Verse 11: "History Has Its Eyes On You"]
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…)

[Verse 12: "My Shot"]
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

[Outro]
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

“Weird Al” Yankovic

Alfred Matthew “Weird Al” Yankovic, born October 23, 1959, is widely praised as one of the greatest comedy musicians of all time. He’s best known for direct parodies that rewrite the lyrics of popular songs, but he has also written dozens of original songs.

A Lynwood, California native and graduate of Cal Poly San Luis Obispo (or better known as California Polytechnic State University), “Weird Al” released his eponymous debut album in 1983. Since then, Al has released 13 more studio albums, with the latest being Mandatory Fun.