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 (Ooh!) 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 Father! 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 (One-two-three-four-five-six-seven!)