Ben Franklin's Song - The Decemberists

Electricity!

Yeah, you can all thank me

Took some lightning, a kite, and a fat brass key

And they’re putting up streetlights in Gay Paris

You’re welcome from our young nation

I’m the only American the French wanna see

They call me a genius, I can’t disagree

They have guns, they have funds

They can set us free

Invest in my reputation

And do you know who the fuck I am?

Yeah, do you know who the fuck I am?

Do you know who the fuck I am?

I am Poor-Richard's-Almanack-writing Benjamin Fuckin' Franklin

I said, early to bed, bitches, early to rise

They make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise

Soldiers are fighting for freedom, they have no supplies

So diplomacy happens at night

John Adams debates at the gates of Versailles

He whines and parades and awaits a reply

As I stay up late with a succulent breast or a thigh

Alright, diplomacy happens at night

And do you know who the fuck I am?

Yeah, do you know who the fuck I am?

Do you know who the fuck I am?

I am 76-and-I'll-Still-Kick-Your-Ass Fuckin' Franklin

One pain that lingers, the hitch in my stride

Is my son back at home who I could not guide

Who sits all alone in a prison cell on the wrong side

Stands against our young nation

So I play my ambassador part with pride

I am known in the world, and the world is wide

To my children, my sins may be magnified, but I’d

Do it all again, no hesitation

And do you know who the fuck I am?

Yeah, do you know who the fuck I am?

Do you know who the fuck I am?

I am Poor-Richard's-Almanack-writing Benjamin Fuckin' Franklin

(Do you know who the fuck I am?) Who the fuck I am?

(Do you know who the fuck I am?) Who the fuck I am?

(Do you know who the fuck I am?)

I am Poor-Richard's-Almanack-writing

Polymath, bifocal-wearing

Hardened glass-harmonica-playing

Benjamin Fuckin' Franklin