Alexander Hamilton

The Musical

by Lin-Manuel Miranda

Aaron Burr, Sir/My Shot

1776.
New York City

Pardon me.
Are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends. Who’s asking?

Oh, well, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton,
I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir… I heard your name at Princeton.
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours.
I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir.
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar

Yes!
I wanted to do what you did.
Graduate in two, then join the revolution.
He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid
So how’d you do it?
How’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed

You’re an orphan. Of course!
I’m an orphan God, I wish there was a war!
Then we could prove that we’re worth more
Than anyone bargained for…

Can I buy you a drink?

That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for

You can’t be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo!
What time is it?

Show time!

Like I said…

Show time! Show time! Yo!
I’m John Laurens in the place to be!
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!
Those redcoats don’t want it with me!
Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette!
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!
I came from afar just to say “Bonsoir!”
Tell the King “Casse toi!” Who’s the best?
C’est moi!

Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin’ it, yes I heard ya mother said “Come again?”

Ayyyyy

Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets…

Wow

No more sex, pour me another brew, son!
Let’s raise a couple more…

To the revolution!

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!

Aaron Burr!

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!

Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand
You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land

Boooo!

Burr, the revolution’s imminent.
What do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing, Burr,
what’ll you fall for?

Ooh
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Ooh, who is this kid?
What’s he gonna do?

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!
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge!
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the-

A-L-E-X-A-N-D
E-R—we are—meant to be…

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me!

(He says in parentheses)

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away
My shot (my shot)
I am not throwing away
My shot (my shot)
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
And I'm not throwing away my shot

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
It’s time to take a shot!

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?
‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my—

Shot!

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants!
I’m gonna take a—

Shot!

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another—

Shot!

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught:
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

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

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

Ev’rybody sing:

Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)

Hey!

Whoa (Whoa)

Wooh!!

Whoa! (Whoa)

Said let ‘em hear ya! (Yea) Let’s go!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

I said shout it to the rooftops!

Whoa!

Said, to the rooftops!

Whoa!

Come on!

Yea

Come on, let’s go!

Rise up!
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Whoa

When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Whoa

When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Whoa

Rise up! (Rise up!)

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that
This is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with
Something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’
I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

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’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!
Not throwing away my shot
We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!
Not throwing away my shot
We’re gonna
We're gonna

Time to take a shot! (Rise up)

Time to take a shot! (Rise up)
Time to take a shot! (Rise up)
Take a shot! Ri— ri— ri—
Shot!
Shot!
A-yo it’s
Time to take a shot! (Time to take a shot!)
Time to take a shot! (Time to take a shot!)
And I am— (And I am)
Not throwin’ away my—

Not throwin’ away my shot!

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 a trading charter 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 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 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's gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?” Alexander Hamilton My name is Alexander Hamilton And there's a million things I haven't done But just you wait, just you wait...

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you? You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart I’m dedicating every day to you Domestic life was never quite my style When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart You will come of age with our young nation We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you If we lay a strong enough foundation We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you And you’ll blow us all away… Someday, someday Yeah, you’ll blow us all away Someday, someday Oh Philip, when you smile I am undone My son Look at my son. Pride is not the word I’m looking for There is so much more inside me now Oh Philip, you outshine the morning sun My son When you smile, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart My father wasn’t around I’ll make the world safe and sound for you… …will come of age with our young nation We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you If we lay a strong enough foundation We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you And you’ll blow us all away... Someday, someday Yeah, you’ll blow us all away Someday, someday

I watched Hamilton examine the terrain I wish I could tell you what was happ’ning in his brain This man has poisoned my political pursuits! Hamilton drew first position Looking, to the world, like a man on a mission This is a soldier with a marksman’s ability The doctor turned around so he could have deniability He examined his gun with such rigor? I watched as he methodically fiddled with the trigger Confession time? Here’s what I got: My fellow soldiers’ll tell you I’m a terrible shot They won’t teach you this in your classes But look it up, Hamilton was wearing his glasses Why? If not to take deadly aim? It’s him or me, the world will never be the same I had only one thought before the slaughter: This man will not make an orphan of my daughter Look him in the eye, aim no higher Summon all the courage you require Then count: One two three four five six seven eight nine Number ten paces! Fire!—

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory Is this where it gets me, on my feet, sev’ral feet ahead of me? I see it coming, do I run or fire my gun or let it be? There is no beat, no melody Burr, my first friend, my enemy Maybe the last face I ever see If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me? What if this bullet is my legacy? Legacy. What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me You let me make a difference A place where even orphan immigrants Can leave their fingerprints and rise up I’m running out of time. I’m running, and my time’s up Wise up. Eyes up I catch a glimpse of the other side Laurens leads a soldiers’ chorus on the other side My son is on the other side He’s with my mother on the other side Washington is watching from the other side Teach me how to say goodbye Rise up, rise up, rise up Eliza My love, take your time I’ll see you on the other side Raise a glass to freedom... I strike him right between his ribs I walk towards him, but I am ushered away They row him back across the Hudson I get a drink Were both at his side when he died Death doesn’t discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes History obliterates In every picture it paints It paints me and all my mistakes When Alexander aimed At the sky He may have been the first one to die But I’m the one who paid for it I survived, but I paid for it Now I’m the villain in your history I was too young and blind to see... I should’ve known I should’ve known The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me The world was wide enough for both Hamilton and me