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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 berates and awaits a reply As I stay up late with a succulent breast or a thigh Alright, diplomacy happens at night Letras de canciones 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 Harp and glass-armonica-playing Benjamin Fuckin’ Franklin From Letras Mania