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*** HISTORY ROCK ***
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NO MORE KINGS
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Lynn Ahrens
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Rockin' and a-rollin',
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Splishin' and a-splashin'
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Over the horizon,
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What can it be?
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The pilgrims sailed the sea
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to find a place to call their own.
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In their ship Mayflower,
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They hoped to find a better home.
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They finally knocked on Plymouth Rock
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And someone said, "We're there!
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It may not look like home,
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But at this point I don't care."
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Oh, they were missin' Mother England
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They swore their loyalty until the very end.
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"Anything you say king, it's okay king,
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You know it's kind of scary on your own.
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Gonna build a new land the way we planned
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Could you help us run it till it's grown?"
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They planted corn you know,
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They built their houses one by one.
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And bit by bit they worked
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Until the colonies were done.
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They looked around, yeah, up and down,
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And someone said, "Hurray!
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If the king could only see us now,
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He would be proud of us today."
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They knew that now they'd run their own land,
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But George the Third still vowed
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He'd rule them till the end.
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"Anything I say, do it my way now,
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Anything I say do it my way.
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Don't you get to feelin' independent,
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Cause I'm gonna force you to obey."
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He taxed their property,
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He didn't give them any choice.
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And back in England,
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He didn't give them any voice.
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(That's called taxation without representation, and it's not fair.)
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But when the colonies complained,
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The king said, "I don't care!"
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"He even has the nerve to tax our cup of tea!
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To put it kindly king, we really don't agree.
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Gonna show you how we feel,
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We're gonna dump this tea...
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And turn this harbor into
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The biggest cup of tea in history!"
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They wanted no more Mother England.
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They knew the time had come for them to take command.
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"It's very clear you're being unfair, king,
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No matter what you say we won't obey.
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Gonna hold a revolution now, king,
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And we're gonna run it all our way!"
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With no more kings...
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(We're gonna elect a president!)
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No more kings...
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(He's gonna do what the people want!)
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No more kings...
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(We're gonna run things our way!)
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No more kings...
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(No one's gonna tell us what to do!)
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No more kings!
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Rockin' and a-rollin',
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Splishin' and a-splashin'
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Over the horizon,
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what could it be?
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Looks like it's going to be
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A free country.
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THE SHOT HEARD ROUND THE WORLD
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Music & Lyrics: Bob Dorough
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Sung by: Bob Dorough
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(The British are comin'! The British are comin'!)
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Now the ride of Paul Revere
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Set the nation on its ear,
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And the shot at Lexington
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Heard round the world.
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When the British fired
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In the early dawn,
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The War of Independence had begun,
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The die was cast, the rebel flag unfurled.
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And on to Concord marched the foe,
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To seize the arsenal there you know,
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Waking folks, searching all around.
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Till our militia stopped them in their tracks,
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At the Old North Bridge, we turned them back
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And chased those Redcoats back to Boston town.
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And the shot heard round the world
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Was the start of the revolution.
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The minutemen were ready, on the move.
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Take your powder, take your gun,
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Report to General Washington,
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Hurry men, there's not an hour to lose.
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Now at famous Bunker Hill,
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Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill.
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The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise.
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Outnumbered and low on ammunition,
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As the British stormed his position,
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He said, "Hold your fire till you see the whites of their eyes."
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Though the next few years were rough,
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General Washington's men proved they were tough.
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Those hungry, ragged boys would not be beat.
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One night they crossed the Delaware,
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Surprised the Hessians in their lair,
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And at Valley Forge they just bundled up their feet.
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Now the shot heard round the world
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Was the start of the revolution.
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The minutemen were ready, on the move.
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Take your blanket, take your son,
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Report to General Washington.
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We've got our rights and now it's time to prove.
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Well, they showed such determination
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That they won the admiration
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Of countries 'cross the sea like France and Spain.
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Who loaned the colonies ships and guns
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And put the British on the run,
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And the Continental Army on its feet again.
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And though they lost some battles too,
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The Americans swore they'd see it through.
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Their raiding parties kept up, hit and run.
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At Yorktown the British could not retreat,
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Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,
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Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won.
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>> (The winner!)
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>> (Hurray!)
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From the shot heard round the world,
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To the end of the revolution,
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The continental rabble took the day.
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And the father of our country
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beat the British there at Yorktown,
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and brought freedom to you and me and the U.S.A.
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God bless America!
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Let freedom ring!
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PREAMBLE
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Lynn Ahrens
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Hey, do you know about the U.S.A.?
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Do you know about the government?
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Can you tell me 'bout the Constitution?
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Hey, learn about the U.S.A.
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In 1787, I'm told,
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Our founding fathers did agree,
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To write a list of principles
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For keepin' people free.
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The U.S.A. was just starting out,
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A bold, brand new country.
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And so our people spelled it out:
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The things that we should be.
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(And they put those principles down on paper, and called it the
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Constitution. And it's been helping us run our country ever since
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then. The first part of the Constitution is called the Preamble,
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and tells what those founding fathers set out to do.)
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We the people,
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In order to form a more perfect union,
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Establish justice,
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Ensure domestic tranquility,
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Provide for the common defense,
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Promote the general welfare and
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Secure the blessings of liberty
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To ourselves and our posterity,
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Do ordain and establish this Constitution,
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For the United States of America.
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In 1787, I'm told ,
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Our founding fathers all sat down
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And wrote a list of principles
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That's know the world around.
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The U.S.A. was just starting out,
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A bold, brand new country.
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And so our people spelled it out,
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They wanted a land of liberty.
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(And the Preamble goes like this:)
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We the people,
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In order to form a more perfect union,
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Establish justice,
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Ensure domestic tranquility,
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Provide for the common defense,
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Promote the general welfare and
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Secure the blessings of liberty
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To ourselves and our posterity,
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Do ordain and establish this Constitution,
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For the United States of America.
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For the United States of America.
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FIREWORKS
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Grady Tate
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Ooh! There's gonna be fireworks >> Fireworks!
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On the Fourth of July. >> Red, white and blue!
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Red white and blue fireworks,
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Like diamonds in the sky. >> Diamonds in the sky!
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We're gonna shoot the entire works
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On fireworks that really show, oh yeah...
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We declared our liberty 200 years ago.
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In 1776 >> Fireworks!
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There were fireworks too >> Red, white and blue!
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The original colonists,
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You know their tempers blew. >> They really blew!
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Like Thomas Paine once wrote,
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It's only common sense >> Only common sense!
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That if a government won't give you
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Your basic rights,
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You'd better get another government.
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And though some people tried to fight it,
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Well a committee was formed to write it:
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Benjamin Franklin, Philip Livingston,
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John Adams, Roger Sherman, Thomas Jefferson.
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They got it done... >> Oh yes they did!
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The Declaration. Uh huh!
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The Declaration of Independence, >> Oh yeah!
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In seventeen hundred seventy six. >> Right on!
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The Continental Congress said that
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We were free.
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They said we had the right of life and liberty...
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(And the pursuit of happiness.)
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When England heard the news, >> Ah!
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They blew their stack. >> They really blew their
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>> cool!
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But the colonists lit the fuse,
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There'd be no turning back. >> No turnin' back!
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They'd had enough injustice now,
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But even if it really hurts, oh yeah!
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If you don't give us our freedom now,
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You're gonna see some fireworks.
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Now on the fourth of July they signed it,
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And 56 names underlined it.
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And now to honor those first 13 states,
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We turn the sky into a birthday cake.
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They got it done... >> Oh yes they did!
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The Declaration. Uh huh!
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The Declaration of Independence, >> Oh yeah!
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In seventeen hundred seventy six. >> Right on!
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The Continental Congress said that
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We were free.
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They said we had the right of life and liberty...
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(And the pursuit of happiness.)
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>> (We hold these truths to be self-evident:)
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>> (That all men are created equal.)
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>> (That they are endowed by their creator...)
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>> (With certain unalieable rights.)
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>> (That among these...)
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>> (Are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness!)
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And if there's one thing that makes me happy,
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Then you know that's it's...
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There's gonna be fireworks!
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I'M JUST A BILL
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Music & Lyrics: Dave Frishberg
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Sung by: Jack Sheldon
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>> (Woof! You sure gotta climb a lotta steps to get to this Capitol
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>> Building here in Washington! But I wonder who that sad little
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>> scrap of paper is?)
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I'm just a bill,
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Yes, I'm only a bill,
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And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
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Well, it's a long, long journey
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To the capital city,
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It's a long, long wait
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While I'm sitting in committee,
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But I know I'll be a law someday...
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At least I hope and pray that I will,
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But today I'm still just a bill.
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>> (Gee, bill, you certainly have a lot of patience and courage!)
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(Well I got *this* far. When I started, I wasn't even a *bill* - I
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was just an idea. Some folks back home decided they wanted a law
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passed, so they called their local congressman and he "You're right,
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there ought to be a law." Then he sat down and wrote me out and
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introduced me to Congress, and I became a bill. And I'll remain a
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bill until they decide to make me a law.)
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I'm just a bill,
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Yes I'm only a bill,
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And I got as far as Capitol Hill.
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Well now I'm stuck in committee
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And I sit here and wait
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While a few key congressmen
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Discuss and debate
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Whether they should
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Let me be a law...
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Oh how I hope and pray that they will,
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But today I am still just a bill.
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>> (Listen to those congressmen arguing! Is all that discussion and
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>> debate about you?)
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(Yes. I'm one of the lucky ones. Most bills never even get this far.
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I hope they decide to report on me favourably, otherwise I may die.)
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>> ("Die?")
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(Yeah: die in committee. Oooh! But it looks like I'm gonna live.
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Now I go to the House of Representatives and they vote on me.)
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>> (If they vote "yes", what happens?)
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(Then I go to the Senate and the whole thing starts all over again.)
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>> (Oh no!)
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(Oh yes!)
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I'm just a bill,
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Yes I'm only a bill,
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And if they vote for me on Capitol Hill,
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Well then I'm off to the White House
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Where I'll wait in a line
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With a lot of other bills
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For the President to sign.
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And if he signs me then I'll be a law...
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Oh, how I hope and pray that he will,
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But today I am still just a bill.
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>> (You mean even if the whole Congress says you should be a law, the
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>> President can still say no?)
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(Yes, that's called a "veto". If the President vetoes me, I have to
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go back to Congress, and they vote on me again, and by that time
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it's...)
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>> (By that time, it's very unlikely that you'll *become* a law! It's
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>> not easy to become a law, is it?)
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No! But how I hope and I pray that I will,
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But today I am still just a bill!
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>> (He signed you, bill! Now you're a law!)
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(Oh yes!)
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ELBOW ROOM
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Sue Manchester
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One thing you will discover
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When you get next to one another
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Is everybody needs some elbow room, elbow room.
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It's nice when you're kinda cozy
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But not when you're tangled nose to nosy
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Oh, everybody needs some elbow...
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Needs a little elbow room.
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That's how it was
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In the early days of the U.S.A.
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The people kept coming to settle though
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The east was the only place there was to go.
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The president was Thomas Jefferson,
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He made a deal with Napoleon,
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How'd you like to sell a mile or two?
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>> (Or three or a hundred or a thousand?)
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And so in 1803 the Louisiana Territory
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Was sold to us without a fuss
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And gave us lots of elbow room.
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Oh, elbow room, elbow room
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Got to, got to get us
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Some elbow room.
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It's the west or bust,
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In God we trust,
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There's a new land out there.
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Lewis and Clark volunteered to go.
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Goodbye, good luck, wear your overcoat.
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They prepared for good times and for bad. (And for bad)
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They hired Sacajawea to be their guide,
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She led them all across the countryside.
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Reached the coast, and found the most
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Elbow room we've ever had.
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The way was opened up
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For folks with bravery.
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There were plenty of fights
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To win land rights,
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But the West was meant to be.
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It was Manifest Destiny!
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The trappers, traders and the peddlers,
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The politicians and the settlers,
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They got there by any way they could. >> Any way they could!
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The gold rush trampled down the wilderness,
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The railroads spread across from east to west,
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And soon the West was opened up for...
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Opened up for good!
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Now we jet from east to west,
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Goodbye New York, Hello L.A.
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But it took those early folks
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To open up the way.
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Now we've got a lot of room to be
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Growing from sea to shining sea.
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Guess that we have got our elbow room, elbow room.
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But if there should ever come a time
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When we're crowded up together I'm
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Sure we'll find some elbow room up on the moon.
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Oh, elbow room, elbow room
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Got to, got to get us
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Some elbow room.
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It's the moon or bust,
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In God we trust,
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There's a new land up there!
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MOTHER NECESSITY
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Music & Lyrics: Bob Dorough
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Sung by: Bob Dorough and friends
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Mother Necessity, with her good intentions,
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Where would this country be without her inventions?
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Oh, things were rotten in the land of cotton
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Until Whitney made the cotton gin.
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Now old times there will soon be forgotten,
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For it did the work of a hundred men.
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Mother Necessity, where would we be?
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Mother Edison worked late each night,
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It went well until the fading light.
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Little Thomas Alva Edison said "I'll grow up to be
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A great inventor and I'll make a lamp
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To help my mommy see." Wowee!
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What an excellent application of electricity.
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He worked hard and pulled a switch,
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he was smart and very rich!
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Mother Necessity, help us to see.
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Now the mother of Samuel Morse
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Always sent the lad out on a horse.
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"Take a message to Miss Peavy
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On the far side of the pike,
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Spread the word about the quilting bee
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Next Saturday night."
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Little Samuel started thinking
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Of a way to send a message,
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Though he never met a horse he didn't like.
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Mother Necessity...
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"Elias can you help me with my sewing?"
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"Mother dear, I'll fulfill your fondest wishes."
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"Elias, how?"
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"This machine I've made will keep
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Your sewing really flowing,
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In fact we'll keep the whole nation in stitches! Aaaaaa!"
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Mother Necessity, where would we be?
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"Ring me on the Alexander Graham Bell,
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Thank you Alexander for the phone.
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I'd never get a date, I'd never get a job,
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Unless I had a telephone."
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Mother Necessity...
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"Orville! Wilbur! Go outside this minute,
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And then continue with your silly playing!
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Take these plans, take those blueprints,
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Take that funny looking thing,
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Take that wheel, take that wing,
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I can't hear a thing that Mrs. Johnson's sayin'!
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Orville! Wilbur! Come back, boys! Orville! Wilbur!"
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Mother Necessity, where would we be?
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When Robert Fulton made the steamboat go...
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When Marconi gave us wireless radio...
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When Henry Ford cranked up his first automo...
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When Samuel Slater showed us how factories go...
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And all the iron and oil and coal and steel and Yankee don't
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you know?
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They made this country really grow... grow... grow... grow...
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With Mother Necessity...
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And where would we be
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Without the inventions of your progeny?
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SUFFERIN' TILL SUFFRAGE
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Music: Bob Dorough
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Lyrics: Tom Yohe
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Sung by: Essra Mohawk
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>> Yeah!... Hurray!
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Now you have heard
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Of women's rights
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And how we've tried
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To reach new heights
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If we're all created equal,
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That's us too.
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>> Yeah!
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But you will proba-
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Bly not recall...
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That it's not been
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Too long at all,
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Since we even had the right to
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Cast a vote.
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>> Well...
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Well sure some men
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Bowed down and called us misses, >> Yeah!
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Let us hang the wash out,
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And wash the dishes, >> Huh...
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But when the time rolled around
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To elect a president
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What did they say, sisters?
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>> What did they say?
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They said, uh, see you later,
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Alligator, and don't forget my, my...
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My mashed potatoes,
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Because I'm going downtown to
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Cast my vote for president.
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But we were sufferin',
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Until suffrage, >> Whoah...
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Not a woman here could vote
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No matter what age.
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Then the 19th Amendment
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Struck down that restrictive rule.
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>> Oh yeah!
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Now we pull down
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On the lever
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Cast our ballots,
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And we endeavor
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To improve our country,
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State, county, town and school.
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>> Tell 'em bout it!
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Those pilgrim women who
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Who braved the boat
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>> They cook, cook, cooked!
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Could cook the turkey, but they,
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They could not vote
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Even Betsy Ross who sewed the flag
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Was left behind that first election day.
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>> What a shame, sisters!
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Then Susan B.
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Anthony >> Yeah!
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and Julia Howe, >> Lucretia!
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Lucretia March, >> And others!
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They showed us how,
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They carried signs
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And marched in lines
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Until at long last
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The law was passed.
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Oh we were sufferin',
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Until suffrage,
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Not a woman here could vote
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No matter what age.
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Then the 19th Amendment
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Struck down that restrictive rule.
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>> Oh yeah!
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And now we pull down
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On the lever
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Cast our ballots,
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And we endeavor
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To improve our country,
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State, county, town and school.
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Yes the 19th Amendment
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Struck down that restrictive rule.
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Yes the 19th Amendment
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Struck down that restrictive rule.
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>> Yeah, yeah!
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(We've got 'em now!)
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Since 1920, Sisters Unite! Oh lord!
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THE GREAT MELTING POT
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Lori Leiberman
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My grandmother came from Russia,
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A satchel on her knee;
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My grandfather had his father's cap
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He brought from Italy.
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They'd heard about a country
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Where life might let them win,
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They paid the fare to America
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And there they melted in.
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Lovely Lady Liberty,
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With her book of recipes,
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And the finest one she's got
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Is the great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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>> (America was founded by the English.)
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>> (But also by the Germans, Dutch and French.)
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>> (The principle still sticks,
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Our heritage is mixed.)
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>> (So any kid can be the president!)
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You simply melt right in,
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It doesn't matter what your skin.
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It doesn't matter where you're from,
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Or your religion,
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You jump right in
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To the great American meltin' pot.
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Great American meltin' pot
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Ooh what a stew,
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Red white and blue.
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America was the new world,
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And Europe was the old.
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America was the land of hope,
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Or so the legend told.
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On steamboats by the millions,
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In search of honest pay,
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Those 19th-century immigrants sailed
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To reach the U.S.A.
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Lovely Lady Liberty
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With her book of recipes
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And the finest one she's got
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Is the great American melting pot.
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The great Anerican melting pot.
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What good ingredients:
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Liberty and immigrants.
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They brought their countries' customs,
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Their language and their ways.
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They filled the factories,
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Tilled the soil,
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Helped build the U.S.A.
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Go on and ask your Grandma,
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Hear what she has to tell,
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How great to be an American
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And something else as well.
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Lovely Lady Liberty
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With her book of recipes
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And the finest one she's got
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Is the great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot.
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The great American meltin' pot...
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THREE-RING GOVERNMENT
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Music & Lyrics: Lynn Ahrens
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Sung by: Lynn Ahrens
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Animation: Phil Kimmelman and Assoc.
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Gonna have a three-ring circus someday
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People will say it's a fine one, son
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Gonna have a three-ring circus some day
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People will come from miles around
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Lions, Tigers, Acrobats and Jugglers and Clowns galore,
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Tightrope walkers, pony riders, elephants and so much more...
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Guess I got the idea right here at school
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Felt like a fool when they called my name
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Talking about the government and how it's arranged
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divided in three like a circus
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Ring one--Executive
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Two is legislative, that's Congress
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Ring three--Judiciary
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See it's kind of like my circus
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Cir-cus
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Step right up and visit ring number one
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The show's just begun. Meet the president
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I am here to see that the laws get done
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the ringmaster of the government
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(On with the show!)
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Hurry, hurry, hurry to ring number two
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See what they do in the Congress
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Passing laws and juggling bills
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Oh, it's quite a thrill in the Congress
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Focus your attention on ring number three
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The judiciary is in the spotlight
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The courts take the laws and they tame the crimes
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Balancing the wrongs with your rights
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No one part can be
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More powerful than anyother is
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Each controls the other you see
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and that's what we call checks and balances
|
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Well everybody's act is part of the show
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And no one's job is more important
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The audience is kind of like the country you know
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Keeping an eye on their performance
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Ring one--Executive
|
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Two is legislative that's Congress
|
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Ring three--Judiciary
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See it's kind of like my circus
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Cir-cus
|
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Gonna have a three-ring circus some day
|
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People will say it's a fine one, son
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But until I get it I'll do my thing
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with government it's got three rings
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