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“Everybody's Got the Right” is a compelling song from Stephen Sondheim's acclaimed musical **Assassins**. Performed by the character Lee Harvey Oswald, the song delves into his mindset and motivations surrounding the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. Through poignant and introspective lyrics, Sondheim explores themes of ideology, justification, and the search for personal meaning. The haunting melody and powerful performance highlight the complexities of Oswald's character, offering a nuanced perspective on a pivotal moment in American history.
Hey, pal, feelin' blue?
Don't know what to do?
Hey, pal, I mean you!
Yeah!
Come here and kill a president!
No job, cupboard bare?
One room, no one there?
Hey, pal, don't despair
You wanna shoot a president?
C'mon and shoot a president
Some guys think they can't be winners
First prize often goes to rank beginners
How much?
Four-fifty. Ivor johnson, .32. Rubber handles
Owls stamped on the side
All right, give me
Hey, kid, failed your test?
Dream girl unimpressed?
Show her you're the best
If you can shoot a president
You can get the prize with the big blue eyes
Skinny little thighs, and those big blue eyes (Mister!)
Everybody's got the right to be happy
Don't stay mad, life's not as bad as it seems
If you keep your goal in sight
You can climb to any height
Everybody's got the right to their dreams
Deal
Mister-
I said "deal"
You, you wait your turn
It is my turn
I was here first!
Watch it now, no violence!
Hey, fella, feel like you're a failure?
Bailiff on your tail?
Your wife run off for good?
Hey, fella, feel misunderstood?
Come here and kill a president
Okay!
Oh, what's-a wrong, boy?
Boss-a treat you crummy?
Trouble with your tummy?
This-a bring you some relief
Here, give some hail-a to da chief
You gimme prize?
Anything you want
I want prize. You gimme prize!
Only eight bucks. Cheap for "anything you want"
Everybody's got the right to be different
Even though at times they go to extremes
Aim for what you want a lot
Everybody gets a shot
Everybody's got a right to their dreams
Yo, baby, looking for a thrill?
The Ferris Wheel is that way
No, baby, this requires skill-
Okay, you want to give it a try
Jeez, lady, give a guy some room!
The bumper cars are that way
Please, lady, don't forget that guns can go boom
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Hey, gang, look who's here
There's our pioneer
Hey, chief, loud and clear
Everybody's got the right to be happy
Say, "enough," it's not as tough as it seems
Don't be scared you won't prevail
Everybody's free to fail
No one can be put in jail for their dreams
Free country!
Means your dreams can come true
Be a scholar
Make a dollar
Free country!
Means they listen to you
Scream and holler
Grab 'em by the collar!
Free country!
Means you dont have to sit
That's it!
And put up with the shit
Everybody's got the right to some sunshine, everybody!
Not the sun, but maybe one of its beams
(One of its beams)
Rich man, poor man, black or white
Pick your apple, take a bite
Everybody just hold tight to your dreams
Everybody's got the right to their dreams
Ladies and Gentlemen
The President of the United States
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Abraham Lincoln!
Excuse me
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Sic semper tyrannis!