Congress Theme...

Adams:
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America
A curse that we now here rehearse in Washington DC
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 Washington DC
We're your responsibility in Washington DC
If you don't want to see us hanging
From some far-off liberal 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, they 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
Wahington DC!

They may sit here for years and years in Washington DC.
These indecisive grenadiers of Washington DC.
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, they 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
Washington DC!

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?