British Admiral Howe's got troops on the water

Thirty-two thousand troops in New York Harbor

Thirty-two thousand troops in New York Harbor

When they surround our troops

They surround our troops

When they surround our troops

As a kid in the Caribbean I wished for a war

I knew that I was poor; I knew it was the only way to

Rise up

If they tell my story

I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or

Rise up

I will fight for this land, but there's only one man

Who can give us a command, so we can

Rise up

Understand, it's the only way to

Rise up

Rise up

Here he comes

Here comes the general!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Here comes the general!

The moment you've been waiting for!

Here comes the general!

The Pride of Mount Vernon!

Here comes the general!

George Washington!

We are out-gunned

What!

Out-manned

What!

Out-numbered, out-planned

Boom, boom, boom; boom, boom!

We gotta make an all-out stand

Hey yo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man

Boom, boom, boom; boom, boom!

Check it —

Can I be real a second?

For just a millisecond?

Let down my guard and tell the people how I feel a second?

Now I'm the model of a modern major general

The venerated Virginian veteran whose men are all

Lining up to put me up on a pedestal, writing letters to relatives

Embellishing my elegance and eloquence

But the elephant is in the room

The truth is in your face

When you hear the British cannons go

Boom!

Any hope of success is fleeting

How can I keep leading when the people I'm leading keep retreating?

We p**a stop to the bleeding as the British take Brooklyn

Knight takes rook, but look

We are out-gunned

What!

Out-manned

What!

Out-numbered, out-planned!

Boom, boom, boom; boom, boom

We gotta make an all-out stand

Hey yo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man

Boom, boom, boom; boom, boom

Incoming!

They're battering down the Battery, check the damages

Brrah!

We gotta stop 'em and rob 'em of their advantages

Brrah!

Let's take a stand with the stamina God has granted us

Hamilton won't abandon ship; yo, let's steal their cannons!

Sh-boom!

Boom!

Goes the cannon, watch the blood and the s**t spray, and

Boom!

Goes the cannon, we're abandoning Kips Bay, and

Boom!

There's another ship, and

Boom!

We just lost the southern tip, and

Boom!

We gotta run to Harlem quick; we can't afford another slip

Guns and horses giddy up

I decide to divvy up my forces

They're skittish as the British cut the city up

This close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny

I scream in the face of this mass mutiny:

"Are these the men with which I am to defend America?"

We ride at midnight, Manhattan in the distance

I cannot be everywhere at once, people!

I'm in dire need of assistance

Your Excellency, sir

Who are you?

Aaron Burr, sir

Permission to state my case?

As you were

Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery

Until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec, and well, in summary:

I think that I could be of some assistance

I admire how you keep firing on the British from a distance

Huh

I have some questions, a couple of suggestions

On how to fight instead of fleeing west

Yes?

Well —

Your Excellency? You wanted to see me?

Hamilton, come in. Have you met Burr?

Yes, sir!

We keep meeting

As I was saying, sir

I look forward to seeing your strategy play out —

Burr?

Sir?

Close the door on your way out

Have I done something wrong, sir?

On the contrary

I called you here because our odds are beyond scary

Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh —

Sir?

Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?

Sir!

Don't get me wrong; you're a young man of great renown

I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown

Nathanael Greene and Henry Knox wanted to hire you —

Yeah, to be their secretary! I don't think so

Now why are you upset?

I'm not?

It's all right you want to fight: you've got a hunger

I was just like you when I was younger

Head full of fantasies of dying like a martyr

Yes

Dying is easy, young man; living is harder

Why are you telling me this?

I'm being honest

I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised

We are a powder keg about to explode

I need someone like you to lighten the load

So?

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

I am not throwing away my shot

Son, we are out-gunned, out-manned!

You need all the help you can get, I have some friends:

Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette! Okay, what else?

Outnumbered, outplanned!

We'll need some spies on the inside

Some king's men who might let some things slide

Boom!

I'll write to Congress and tell them we need supplies

You rally the guys, master the element of surprise

Chick-a-boom!

I'll rise above my station, organize your information

'Til we rise to the occasion of our new nation, sir!

Here comes the general!

Rise up!

What!

Here comes the general!

Rise up!

What!

Here comes the general!

Rise up!

What!

Here comes the general!

What!

And his right-hand man!

Boom!