Blow us all away lyrics Lin-Manuel Miranda / Khary Kimani Turner / Christopher E. Martin / Albert Johnson / Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Meet the latest graduate of King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish
The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops
The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops
I’m only nineteen but my mind is older
Gotta be my own man, like my father, but bolder
I shoulder his legacy with pride, I used to hear him say
That someday I would (blow us all away!)
Ladies, I’m lookin for a Mr. George Eacker
Made a speech last week, our Fourth of July speaker
He disparaged my father’s legacy in front of a crowd
I can’t have that, I’m making my father proud
I saw him just up Broadway a couple of blocks, he was goin’ to see a play
Well, I’ll go visit his box (god, you’re a fox!)
And y’all look pretty good in ya’ frocks
How ’bout when I get back, we all strip down to our socks? (ooh, okay!)
Blow us all away
George (shh!) George! (shh, I’m tryin’ to watch the show!)
Ya shoulda watched your mouth before you talked about my father though
I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true
Your father’s a scoundrel, and so, it seems, are you
It’s like that?
Yeah, I don’t fool around, I’m not your little schoolboy friends
Well, see you on the dueling ground
That is, unless you wanna step outside and go now
I know where to find you, piss off, I’m watchin’ this show now
Pops, if you had only heard the shit he said about you
I doubt you would have let it slide and I was not about to (slow down!)
I came to ask you for advice, this is my very first duel
They don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school
Did your friends attempt to negotiate a peace?
He refused to apologize, we had to let the peace talks cease
Where is this happening?
Across the river, in Jersey
Everything is legal in New Jersey!
Alright, so this is what you’re gonna do
Stand there like a man until Eacker is in front of you
When the time comes, fire your weapon in the air
This will put an end to the whole affair
But what if he decides to shoot? Then I’m a goner
No, he’ll follow suit if he’s truly a man of honor
To take someone’s life, that is something you can’t shake
Philip, your mother can’t take another heartbreak
Promise me
You don’t want this young man’s blood on your conscience
Okay, I promise
Come back home when you’re done
Take my guns, be smart, make me proud, son
My name is Philip
I am a poet
And I’m a little nervous, but I can’t show it
I’m sorry, I’m a Hamilton with pride
You talk about my father, I cannot let it slide
Mister Eacker, how was the rest of your show?
I’d rather skip the pleasantries, let’s go
Grab your pistol (confer with your men)
The duel will commence after we count to ten (count to ten!)
Look ’em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then slowly and clearly aim your gun towards the sky
Songwriters: Lin-Manuel Miranda / Khary Kimani Turner / Christopher E. Martin / Albert Johnson / Kejuan Waliek Muchita


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