[Verse 1] Yo. My family's from Puerto Rico. The tropical destination Where you can spend your Washingtons, the spot where you vacation A commonwealth with not a lot o' wealth, a not-quite nation Seventy billion dollar topic of conversation Hopin' to God John Oliver's comical dissertation Resonates with the Congress that got us in this situation Along with suicidal tax incentive declarations: "Yeah, we'll pay your bonds first. Close the hospital, f** the patients." [Hook] This is an island a hundred miles across A hurricane is coming and we're runnin' up a loss [Verse 2] We got here through a million misguided loopholes That giveth and take away businesses n' poop in our soup bowls They crapped in yours? They crapped in mine And somewhere down the line Strom Thurmond's ghost busted a cap at a chance at Chapter 9 The great debate over statehood has to wait That's Rose and Jack on the Titanic askin', "When's our next date?" "The ship is sinking," we have to say, and pay sh** that matters Then we'll figure out our Facebook relationship status [Hook] "Will they or won't they?" It's Friends's Rachel and Ross We have to help our island just a hundred miles across [Verse 3] To recap: three point five million American civilians are on the hook for billions Vulture funds are circling and lobbying for payout There's nothing left to tax or cut. We're stuck. We need a way out Allow them to restructure. There's no structure for what happens If you let this crisis play out when May is less than a day out It's non-partisan The hard part is in Convincing Congress Puerto Rico matters so their heart is in The fight for relief Not a bailout, just a relief A belief that you can pa** legislation to ease our grief Paul Ryan, I'll come sing Hamilton at your house I'll do-si-do with Pelosi. I'll wear my Hamilton blouse! [Hook] Your citizens are suffering. Stop the bleeding, stop the loss Help Puerto Rico. It's just a hundred miles across