Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town I never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation takes me everywhere I look and see it's not only me So many others have stood where I stand We are the young, so raise your hands They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand and we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Boss screamin' in my ear about who I'm supposed to be Getcha a 3-piece wall street smile and son you'll look just like me I said "hi man, There's something that you oughta Know I'll tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row I look and see it's not only me We're standin' tall, ain't never a doubt We are the young, so shout it out They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild Let me hear you wild They call us problem child We spend our lives on trial We walk an endless mile We are the youth gone wild We stand up, we won't fall We're one and one for all The writing's on the wall We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild Yeah yeah yeah We are the youth gone wild (oh oh oh oh) We are the youth gone wild

I live like a nun in a cloister Solitary, celibate I hate it I live like a monk in an abbey Ditto, ditto, I hate it Write to me with sentimental effusion Let me revel in romantic illusion Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air? And is my favorite lover's pillow still firm and fair? What was there, John Still is there, John Come soon as you can to my cloister I've forgotten the feel of your hand Soon, Madam, we shall walk in Cupid's grove together And we'll fondly survey That promised land Till then Till then I am, as I ever was And ever shall be Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours

All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence? Mr. Adams, I say you should write it To your legal mind and brilliance we defer Is that so? Well, if I'm the one to do it They'll run their quill pens through it I'm obnoxious and disliked, you know that, sir Yes, I know But I say you should write it, Franklin Yes, you Hell, no Yes, you, Dr. Franklin You (But -) You (But -) You (But -) Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams The things I write are only light extemporania I won't put politics on paper, it's a mania So I refuse to use the pen in Pennsylvania Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania Refuse to use the pen Mr. Sherman, I say you should write it You are never controversial, as it were That is true Whereas if I'm the one to do it They'll run their quill pens through it I'm obnoxious and disliked You know that, sir Yes, I do Then I say you should write it, Roger Yes, you Good heavens, no! Yes you, Roger Sherman You (But-) You (But-) You (But-) Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams I cannot write with any style or proper etiquette I don't know a participle from a predicate I am just a simple cobbler from Connecticut Connecticut, Connecticut A simple cobbler, he Mr. Livingston, maybe you should write it You have many friends and you're a diplomat Oh, that word Whereas if I'm the one to do it They'll run their quill pens through it He's obnoxious and disliked Did you know that? I hadn't heard So I say you should write it, Robert Yes, you Not me, Johnny Yes, you, Robert Livingston You (But-) You (But-) You (But) Mr. Adams, dear Mr. Adams I've been presented with a new son by the noble stork So I am going home to celebrate and pop the cork With all the Livingstons together back in old New York New York, New York Livingston's going to pop a cork Well, Mr. Jefferson? Mr. Adams, leave me alone! Mr. Jefferson! Mr. Adams, I have not seen my wife for The past six months. I beg of you, Mr. Adams- "And we solemnly declare that we will preserve our liberties being With one mind resolve to die free men rather than to live slaves Thomas Jefferson, on the Necessity of Taking Up Arms, 1775 Magnificent You write ten times better than any man in Congress Including me For a man of only thirty-three years You have a happy talent of composition And a remarkable felicity of expression Now, then, Sir Will you be a patriot or a lover? A lover No! But, I burn, Mr. A! So do I, Mr. J! You? You do? John! Who'd have thought it? Mr. Jefferson Dear Mr. Jefferson I'm only forty-one I still have my virility And I can romp through Cupid's grove with great agility But life is more than sexual combustibility Bustibility! Bustibility! Combustabil- Quiet! Mr. Adams Damn you, Mr. Adams You're obnoxious and disliked That cannot be denied Once again you stand between me And my lovely bride Lovely bride! Oh, Mr. Adams You are driving me To homicide! Homicide! Homicide! We may see murder yet!