Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand

You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land

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

How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?

How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag higher?

Yo. Turns out we have a secret weapon!

An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!

He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen

Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!