Lyrics

[DICKINSON] Oh, say do you See what I see? Congress sitting here in sweet serenity I could cheer The reason's clear For the first time in a year Adams isn't here And look The sun is in the sky A breeze is blowing by And there's not a single fly I sing Hosanna, Hosanna [CONGRESS] Hosanna, Hosanna [DICKINSON] And it's cool Come ye cool, cool conservative men Our like may never ever been seen again We have land, cash in hand Self-command, future planned Fortune thrives, society survives In neatly ordered lives With well-endowered wives [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] Come sing Hosanna, Hosanna [DICKINSON] In our breeding and our manner [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] We are cool [DICKINSON] Come ye cool, cool considerate set We'll dance together to the same minuet To the right, ever to the right Never to the left, forever to the right Let our creed Be never to exceed Regulated speed No matter what the need [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] Come sing Hosanna, Hosanna [DICKINSON] Emblazoned on our banner Is "keep cool" [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] What we do We do rationally [DICKINSON] We never, ever go off half-cocked Not we [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] Why begin 'Till we know that we can win? [DICKINSON] And if we cannot win Why bother to begin? [RUTLEDGE] We say this game's not of our choosing Why should we risk losing? [CONGRESS] We cool, cool men [DICKINSON, spoken] Mr. Hancock, you're a man of property. One of us. Why don't you join us in our minuet? Why do you persist on dancing with Mr. Adams? Good Lord, sir! You don't even like him! [HANCOCK] That is true He annoys me quite a lot But still, I'd rather trot To Mr. Adams' new gavotte [DICKINSON, spoken] But why, sir? For personal glory? For a... place in history? Be careful, sir. History will brand Mr. Adams and his followers as traitors [HANCOCK, spoken] Traitors, Mr. Dickinson? To what? The British crown? Or the British half-crown? Fortunately, there are not enough men of property in America to dictate policy [DICKINSON, spoken] Well, perhaps not. But don't forget that most men with nothing would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich than face the reality of being poor. And that is why they will follow us! [DICKINSON & CONGRESS] To the right, ever to the right Never to the left, forever to the right Where there's gold A market that will hold Tradition that is old Reluctant to be bold [DICKINSON] I sing Hosanna, Hosanna In a sane and lucid manner! We are cool... [CONGRESS] We're the cool, cool considerate men Whose like may never, ever be seen again With our land, cash in hand Self-command, future planned And we'll hold to our gold Tradition that is old Reluctant to be bold We say this game's not of our choosing Why should we risk losing? We cool, cool, cool, cool Cool, cool, cool, cool Cool Cool Men!