The Battle of Yorktown, 1781.

in command where you belong!

how you say no sweat? we're finally on the field we had quite a run!

immigrants, we get the job done!

so what happened if we win?

I go back to France, I bring freedom to my people if I'm given the chance.

we'll be with you when you do!

go lead your men!

I'll see you on the other side!

till we meet again!

I am not throwing away my shot, I am not throwing away my shot! I'm just like my country, I'm young Scrappy and hungry, and I'm not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot, till the world turns upside down! I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory, on my feet seven feet ahead of me, if this is the end of me at least I have a friend with me! weapon in my hand in command and my men with me! then I remember my Eliza's expecting me! not only that my Eliza's expecting. we gotta go Gotta get the job done gotta start a new nation gotta meet my son! take the bullets out yo gun! we move undercover and we move as one! through the night we have one shot to live another day, we cannot let a a a stray gunshot leave us away! we will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it, it's either that or meet the business end of a bayonet! the code word is Rochambeau! Dig me? you have your orders now go man go! and so the American experiment begins, with my friends all scattered to the winds, Laurens is in South Carolina, redefining bravery, we'll never be free until we end slavery! and when we finally draw the British away, Lafayette is there waiting in Chesapeake Bay! how do we know that this plan would work? we have a spy on the inside, that's right, Hercules Mulligan!

a tailor spying on the British government, I take some measurements information and then I smuggle it! tell my brothers revolutionary coming in, I'm running with the Sons of Liberty and I am loving it! see that's what happens when you're up against the-. we in the shit now Somebody's gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!

after a week of fighting a young man in a red coat stands on a parapet. we lower our guns as he frantically waved a white handkerchief. and just like that it's over we tend to our wounded we count our dead. black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedom. not yet.

we negotiate the terms of surrender, I see George Washington smile, we escort our men out of Yorktown, they stagger home single file. tens of thousands of people flood the streets! there are screams in church bells ringing! and as our fallen foes retreat, I hear the drinking song they're singing.

the world turned upside doen (x4)

freedom for America freedom for France!

gotta start a new nation gotta meet my son!

we won, we won, we won, we won!
till the world turns upside down!