1776 - Piddle, Twiddle and Resolve/Till Then

Adams:
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America
A curse that we now here rehearse in Philadelphia
A second flood, a simple famine
Plagues of locusts everywhere
Or a cataclysmic earthquake
I'd accept with some despair
But, no, you sent us Congress.
Good God, sir, was that fair?

I say it with humility in Philadelphia
We're your responsibility in Philadephia
If you don't want to see us hanging
From some far-off British hill
If you don't want the voice of independency
Forever still
Then God, sir, get thee to it
For Congress never will

You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy
Philadephia!

They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia.
These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia.
They can't agree on what is right and wrong
Or what is good or bad; I'm convinced
The only purpose this Congress ever had
Was to gather here specifically
To drive John Adams mad!

You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Not one damn thing do we solve
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve
Nothing's ever solved in
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy
Philadephia!

Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!

Adams:
Oh good God!

Abigail:
John, John, is that you carrying on, John?

Just tell the Congress to declare independency
Then sign your name, get out of there and
Hurry home to me
Our children all have dysentery
Little Tom keeps turning blue
Little Abbey has the measles
And I'm coming down with flu
They say we may get smallpox

Adams:
Madam, what else is new?

Abigail:
There's one thing every woman's missed in
Massachusetts Bay
Don't smirk at me, you egotist; pay
Heed to what I say
We've gone from Framingham to Boston
And we cannot find a pin
"Don't you know there's a war on?"
Say the tradesmen with a grin
Well, we will not make saltpeter
Until you send us pins!

Both:
Till then, till then
I am as I ever was and ever shall be
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours

Adams:
Saltpeter, John

Abigail:
Pins, Abigail

Congress:
For God's sake, John, sit down

1776 - Sit Down, John

Congress:
Sit down, John! Sit down, John!
For God's sake, John, sit down!
Sit down, John! Sit down, John!
For God's sake, John, sit down!

Someone oughta open up a window!

It's ninety degrees! Have mercy, John, please
It's hot as hell in Philadephia!

Someone oughta open up a window!

Adams:
I say vote yes! Vote yes! Vote for independency!

Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!

Adams:
I say vote yes!

Congress:
Sit down, John!

Adams:
Vote for independency!

Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!
No, no, no! Too many flies! Too many flies!
But it's hot as hell in Philadelphia!
Someone oughta open up a window!
Can't we compromise here?

Adams:
Vote yes!

Congress:
No, too many flies here!

Adams:
Vote yes!

Congress:
Oh for God's sake, John, sit down!

Adams:
Oh, good God! Consider yourself lucky that you have John Adams to abuse,
for no sane man would tolerate it!

Congress:
John, you're a bore; we've heard this before
Now for God's sake, John, sit down!

Adams:
I say vote yes!

Congress:
No!

Adams:
Vote yes!

Congress:
No!

Adams:
Vote for independency!

Congress:
Someone oughta open up a window!

Adams:
I say vote yes!

Congress:
Sit down, John!

Congress:
Vote for independency!

Congress:
Will someone shut that man up?

Adams:
Never!

1776 - Yours, Yours, Yours

Abigail:
I live like a nun in a cloister
Solitary, celibate, I hate it

Adams:
I live like a monk in an abbey
Ditto, ditto, I hate it

Abigail:
Write to me with sentimental effusion
Let me revel in romantic illusion

Adams:
Do you still smell of vanilla and spring air?
And is my favorite lover's pillar still firm and fair?

Abigail:
What was there, John, still is there, John
Come soon as you can to my cloister
I've forgotten the feel of your hand

Adams:
Madam we shall walk in Cupid's Grove together

Both:
And we'll fondly survey
That promised land

Till then, till then
I am as I ever was and ever was
And ever shall be
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours

Abigail:
Saltpeter, John

1776 - Momma Look Sharp

Courier:
Momma, hey momma, come lookin' for me
I'm here in the meadow by the red maple tree
Momma, hey momma, look sharp, here I be
Hey, hey, momma look sharp

Them soldiers, they fired. Oh ma, did we run
But then we turned round and the battle begun
Then I went under, oh ma, am I done?
Hey, hey, momma look sharp

My eyes are wide open, my face to the sky
Is that you I'm hearin' in the tall grass nearby?
Momma come find me before I do die
Hey, hey, momma look sharp

All:
I'll close your eyes, my Billy
Them eyes that cannot see
And I'll bury you, my Billy
Beneath the maple tree

Courier:
And never again will you whisper to me
Hey, hey, momma look sharp