Lyrics:

Franklin: Mr. Adams, I say you should write it To your legal mind and brilliance we defer Adams: 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
Franklin: Yes, I know Adams: So I say you should write it Franklin, yes you Franklin: Hell, no! Adams: Yes, you, Dr. Franklin, you but, you, but, you, but
Franklin: 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
Others: Pennsylvania, Pennsylvania, refuse to use the pen
Adams: Mr. Sherman, I say you should write it You are never controversial as it were Sherman: That is true
Adams: 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
Sherman: Yes, I do Adams: So I say you should write it, Sherman, yes you Sherman: Good heavens, no!
Adams: Yes you, Roger Sherman, you but, you, but, you, but
Sherman: 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
Others: Connecticut, Connecticut, a simple cobbler he
Adams: Mr. Livingston, maybe you should write it You have many friends and you're a diplomat
Franklin: Oh, that word!
Adams: Whereas if I'm the one to do it They'll run their quill pens through it
Others: He's obnoxious and disliked; did you know that?
Livingston: I hadn't heard Adams: So I say you should write it, Robert, yes you
Livingston: Not me, Johnny! Adams: Yes you, Robert Livingston, you but you but you but Livingston: 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
Others: New York, New York, Livingston's going to pop a cork Jefferson: Mr. Adams, leave me alone!
Adams: Mr. Jefferson, dear Mr. Jefferson I'm only 41; I still have my virility And I can romp through Cupid's Grove with great agility But life is more than sexual combustibility
Others: Combustibility, combustibility, combustibili...
Jefferson: 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 Oh, Mr. Adams, you are driving me to homicide!
Others: Homicide, homicide, we may see murder yet!