Matthew: Pardon me, are you Alfred Jones, sir?

Alfred: That depends, who's askin?

Matthew: Oh well sure, sir. I'm Matthew Williams, I'm at your service, sir. I have been looking for you.

Alfred: I'm getting nervous.

Matthew: Sir! I heard you name at Princeton.
I was seeking an accelerated course of study 
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

Alfred: You punched the bursar?

Matthew: Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

Alfred: It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

Matthew: You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Alfred: Can I buy you a drink?

Matthew: That would be nice

Alfred: While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

Matthew: What?

Alfred: Smile more

Matthew: Ha

Alfred: Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

Matthew: You can't be serious

Alfred: You wanna get ahead?

Matthew: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Prussia/Spain/France: Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Alfred: Like I said

Prussia: Show time, show time
Yo, I’m Gilbert Beildershmit in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

France: Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Bonnfoy
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Spain: Brrrah, brraaah I am Antonio Fernandez
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son to the revolution
Gil/Antonio/Francis: Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Gil: Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Alfred Jones

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Alfred: Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Gil: Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

Matthew: If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Gil/Antonio/Francis: Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?