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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 Back to main page: 1776 Lyrics
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