Alexander Hamilton In New York you can be a new man What's your name, man? In New York you can be a new man How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot In the Caribbean by providence impoverished

She loves a violin, I love a fiddle We go separate ways but we meet in the middle Don't see eye to eye but we're hand in hand A blue blooded woman and a redneck man The lady I love loves silk and satin She was raised uptown with a silver spoon Well, I

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Give me love, give me love, give me love, give me love Peace be still Give me love, give me love, give me love (Give me love) Stuck in the middle of Broadway Between a heaven and a deep blue sea There was a time I was a good man Now I'm drowning in my

Ain't a damn thing promised to ya Except livin your life, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya It take a whole lot, just to get a little Gettin caught up in the middle the answer to life's riddles never, come that easy, but it was easy to lead

Freddy Kruger, give 'em a nightmare Soon as you close your eyes, nigga, we right there Bags on demand Come in the middle of the night, like it's a nightmare You open your eyes, not dreamin', nigga, we right there If Young Metro don't trust you I'm 'gon

Qué onda guero? See the vegetable man in the Vegetable van with the horn that's honking Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around Sleeping on the side walk with

If you're looking for trouble Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be You came to the right place Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My

The office door closed early The hidden bottle came out The salesman turned to close the blinds A little slow now, a little stout But he's still heading down those tracks Any day now for sure Another day as drab as today Is more than a man can endure

A flood (Quelea, quelea) of blood to the heart (Quelea, quelea) A flood of blood to the heart Heat shimmer Open smother Ooh, dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys Soon become Mandela Men Hips quiver