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SONG LYRICS

These are the song lyrics as sung fully in the soundtrack from the original broadway cast recording. Enjoy singing along as you read - we know you will!

Sit Down John
Congress:
Sit down, John! Sit down, John!
For God's sake, John, sit down!
Sit down, John! Sit down, John!
For God's sake, John, sit down!

Someone oughta open up a window!

It's ninety degrees! Have mercy, John, please
It's hot as hell in Philadephia!

Someone oughta open up a window!

Adams:
I say vote yes! Vote yes! Vote for independency!
Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!
Adams:
I say vote yes!
Congress:
Sit down, John!
Adams:
Vote for independency!
Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!
No, no, no! Too many flies! Too many flies!
But it's hot as hell in Philadelphia!
Someone oughta open up a window!

Can't we compromise here?
Adams:
Vote yes!
Congress:
No, too many flies here!
Adams:
Vote yes!
Congress:
Oh for God's sake, John, sit down!
Adams:
Oh, good God! Consider yourself lucky that you have John Adams to abuse, for no sane man
would tolerate it!
Congress:
John, you're a bore; we've heard this before
Now for God's sake, John, sit down!
Adams:
I say vote yes!
Congress:
No!
Adams:
Vote yes!
Congress:
No!
Adams:
Vote for independency!
Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!
Adams:
I say vote yes!
Congress:
Sit down, John!
Congress:
Vote for independency!
Congress:
Will someone shut that man up?
Adams:
Never!

The Lees of Old Virginia
Lee: My name is Richard Henry Lee; Virginia is my home
My name is Richard Henry Lee; Virginia is my home
And may my horses turn to glue if I can't deliver
Unto you a resolution on independency!

For I am FFV, the first family
In the sovereign colony of Virginia
Yes I am FFV, the oldest family
in the oldest colony in America
And may the British burn my land if I can't deliver
To your hand a resolution on independency!

You see it's here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee
And everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee

Social-Lee, political-Lee, financial-Lee, natural-Lee
Internal-Lee, external-Lee, fraternal-Lee, eternal-Lee

The FFV, the first family
In the sovereign colony of Virginia
And may my wife refuse my bed if I can't deliver
As I said a resolution on independency

They say that God in heaven is everybody's God
I'll admit that God in heaven is everybody's God
But I tell you, John, with pride, God leans
A little on the side of the Lees, the Lees of old Virgina!

You see it's here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee
And everywhere-a-Lee-a-Lee
Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee
And everywhere-a-Lee

Look out! There's Arthur Lee, Bobby Lee
And General Lighthorse Harry Lee
Willy Lee, Jesse Lee

Franklin: And Richard H.!
Lee: That's me!
And may my blood stop running blue if I can't deliver
Unto you a resolution on independency!

Yes sir, by God, it's here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee
Come on boys join in with me!
Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee!

Franklin: When do you leave?
Lee: Immediate-Lee!
Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee!
Franklin: When will you return?
Lee: Short-Lee!
Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee!
And I'll come back triumphant-Lee!
Here-a-Lee, there-a-Lee!
Everywhere a-Lee-a-Lee

Forward ho!

Piddle, Twiddle & Resolve / Till Then
Adams: I do believe you've laid a curse on North America
A curse that we now here rehearse in Philadelphia
A second flood, a simple famine
Plagues of locusts everywhere
Or a cataclysmic earthquake
I'd accept with some despair
But, no, you sent us Congress.
Good God, sir, was that fair?

I say it with humility in Philadelphia
We're your responsibility in Philadephia
If you don't want to see us hanging
From some far-off British hill
If you don't want the voice of independency forever still
Then God, sir, get thee to it
For Congress never will

You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy Philadephia!
They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia.
These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia.
They can't agree on what is right and wrong
Or what is good or bad; I'm convinced
The only purpose this Congress ever had
Was to gather here specifically
To drive John Adams mad!
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy Philadephia!
Congress: Someone oughta open up a window!
Adams: Oh good God!
Abigail: John, John, is that you carrying on, John?
Just tell the Congress to declare independency
Then sign your name, get out of there and
Hurry home to me
Our children all have dysentery
Little Tom keeps turning blue
Little Abbey has the measles
And I'm coming down with flu
They say we may get smallpox
Adams: Madam, what else is new?
Abigail: There's one thing every woman's missed in Massachusetts Bay Don't smirk at me, you egotist;
pay heed to what I say
We've gone from Framingham to Boston
And we cannot find a pin
'Don't you know there's a war on?'
Say the tradesmen with a grin
Well, we will not make saltpeter
Until you send us pins!
Both: Till then, till then
I am as I ever was and ever shall be
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours
Adams: Saltpeter, John
Abigail: Pins, Abigail
Congress: For God's sake, John, sit down

But, Mr. Adams
Franklin: Mr. Adams, I say you should write it
To your legal mind and brilliance we defer
Adams: Is that so? Well, if I'm the one to do it
They'll run their quill pens through it
I'm obnoxious and disliked, you know that, sir
Franklin: Yes, I know
Adams: So I say you should write it Franklin,
yes you
Franklin: Hell, no!
Adams: Yes, you, Dr. Franklin, you
Franklin: but,
Adams: you,
Franklin: but,
Adams: you,
Franklin: buuuuuut...
Mr. Adams, but, Mr. Adams
The things I write are only light extemporania
I won't put politics on paper; it's a mania
So I refuse to use the pen in Pennsylvania
Others: Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania,
refuse to use the pen
Adams: Mr. Sherman, I say you should write it
You are never controversial as it were
Sherman: That is true
Adams: Whereas if I'm the one to do it
They'll run their quill pens through it
I'm obnoxious and disliked, you know that, sir
Sherman: Yes, I do
Adams: So I say you should write it, Roger, yes you
Sherman: Good heavens, no!
Adams: Yes you, Roger Sherman, you
Sherman: but,
Adams: you,
Sherman: but,
Adams: you,
Sherman: buuuut...
Mr. Adams, but, Mr. Adams
I cannot write with any style or proper etiquette
I don't know a participle from a predicate
I am just a simple cobbler from Connecticut
Others: Connecticut, Connecticut, a simple cobbler he
Adams: Mr. Livingston, maybe you should write it
You have many friends and you're a diplomat
Franklin: Oh, that word!
Adams: Whereas if I'm the one to do it
They'll run their quill pens through it
Others: He's obnoxious and disliked; did you know that?
Livingston: I hadn't heard
Adams: So I say you should write it, Robert, yes you
Livingston: Not me, Johnny!
Adams: Yes you, Robert Livingston, you
Livingston: but
Adams: you
Livingston: but
Adams: you
Livingston: buuuut...
Mr. Adams, dear Mr. Adams
I've been presented with a new son by the noble stork
So I am going home to celebrate and pop the cork
With all the Livingstons together back in old New York
Others: New York, New York, Livingston's going to pop a cork
spoken:Adams: Well, Mr. Jefferson Jefferson: Mr. Adams, leave me alone!

Others in background: La, la, la, la, la, la... spoken:Adams: Mr. Jefferson,
Jefferson: Mr. Adams, I have not seen my wife
for the past 6 months
I beg of you Mr. Adams
Adams: 'And we solidly declare
that we will perserve our liberties
being with one mind
resolved to die free men
rather than to live slaves'
Thomas Jefferson on the neccessity of taking up arms, 1775
Magnificent. You write 10 times better than any man in congress
Including me.
For a man of only 33 years
You have a happy talent of composition
and a remarkable felicity of expression
Now then sir, will you be a patriot or a lover?
Jefferson: A Lover.
Adams: No!
Jefferson: But I burn Mr. A!
Adams: So do I Mr. J!
Sherman: You do?
Livingston: You?
Franklin: John! Who'd have thought it?
end spoken
Adams: Mr. Jefferson, dear Mr. Jefferson
I'm only 41, I still have my virility
And I can romp through Cupid's Grove with great agility
But life is more than sexual combustibility
Others: Combustibility, combustibility, combustibili...
Adams: Quiet!
Jefferson: Mr. Adams, damn you Mr. Adams
You're obnoxious and disliked; that cannot be denied
Once again you stand between me and my lovely bride
Oh, Mr. Adams, you are driving me to homicide!
Others: Homicide, homicide, we may see murder yet!


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