Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Rollin’ up to Miller’s Grove,
Know the game before you go—
This here spot? It’s history,
Old Ben Franklin’s legacy.

He came down here with kite in hand,
And he tamed what no one can.
A storm is brewin’, skies are black,
There’s Old Ben Franklin, from the back!

(Verse 2)
See, he’s not one to sit and wait,
Science makes him contemplate.
Always prompt and never late,
He’s Not one to inebriate!

Now somethin’s stirrin’ in the air,
Clouds are thick with rain out there.
Feel the rumble, see the flash,
Take cover ‘til the storm has passed!

(Chorus)
Old Ben Franklin! Old Ben Franklin!
Thank you for the energy,
Thank you for the energy!
Thank you for electricity!

(Verse 3)
Now he’s off to court in France,
At every move he leads this dance—
Outwits the dukes, astounds the dames,
With Chess his diplomatic game.

His coonskin cap’s a bold new bent,
Fashion follows where he’s sent.
Girls flock around, both tart and sweet,
he charms them all with gambits neat.

(Verse 4)
He charms the nobles, holds the floor,
Gathers gold to fund the war.
With social grace and thoughtful pause,
Convinced the French to join our cause.

(Chorus)
Old Ben Franklin! Old Ben Franklin!
Thank you for the energy,
Thank you for the energy!
Thank you for electricity!

(Verse 5)
Through heated nights and fierce debate,
Discussion he would navigate,
And, Often he could mitigate,
As delegates would contemplate,

The document that propagates
The freedoms which it indicates!

(Bridge)
With vision clear and purpose bold,
Enshrined the rights for young and old.
From city streets to distant shores,
He laid the path for what’s now yours.

(Outro)
Old Ben Franklin! Old Ben Franklin!
Thank you for the legacy,
Thank you for the liberty!
Thank you for the electricity!