Lyrics
The Chipmunks:
Paul Revere rode through the hills
Shouting "Hey, the British are coming!"
The rebels gathered near the mills
The drummer rum, tum, tumming
Then Washington led his troops to war
Dear Martha missed her George
They battled and fought through cold and sore
In a place called Valley Forge
History is like a song
It repeats all the time
So everybody sing along
We're rapping while we rhyme
History goes on and on
It's written everyday
So listen up and hear the words
We're rapping all the way
We won the war but soon we found
The battle had just begun
So we got a Pres' and a brand new flag
And soon were glory bound
History is like a song
It repeats all the time
So everybody sing along
We're rapping while we rhyme
History goes on and on
It's written everyday
So listen up and hear the words
We're rapping all the way
Freedom, hope, equality
That's what we're striving for
Justice, faith, opportunity
Knocking at your door
History is like a song
It repeats all the time
So everybody sing along
We're rapping while we rhyme
History goes on and on
It's written everyday
So listen up and hear the words
We're rapping all the way
We're rapping all the way