In the Heights - Lin-Manuel Miranda, 'In The Heights' Original Broadway Company

Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day

I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away

Pop the grate at the crack of dawn

Sing while I wipe down the awning

Hey y’all, good morning

Ice cold piragua!

Parcha.

China.

Cherry.

Strawberry.

And just for today,

I got mamey!

Oye, piragüero, como estas?

Como siempre, Señor Usnavi.​

I am Usnavi and you prob’ly never heard my name

Reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated

Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax

Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated

From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:

Dominican Republic!

I love it!

Jesus, I’m jealous of it, and beyond that

Ever since my folks passed on, I haven’t gone back

Goddamn, I gotta get on that…

Fo!

The milk has gone bad, hold up just a second

Why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?

I better step it up and fight the heat

'Cause I’m not makin' any profit if the coffee isn’t light and sweet!

Ooo-oo!

Abuela, my fridge broke.

I got café but no «con leche.»

Try my mother’s old recipe: one can of condensed milk

Nice.​

Ayy!

Paciencia y fe…

That was Abuela, she’s not really my «abuela,»

But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuela

Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin: «I'm up shit’s creek!

I’ve never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!»

Well, you must take the A Train

Even farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintain

Get off at 181st, and take the escalator

I hope you’re writing this down, I’m gonna test ya later

I’m getting tested;

times are tough on this bodega

Two months ago somebody bought Ortega’s

Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin' up

And ever since the rents went up

It’s gotten mad expensive, but we live with just enough

In the heights

I flip the lights and start my day

There are fights

And endless debts

And bills to pay

In the Heights

I can’t survive without café

I serve café

'Cause tonight seems like a million years away!

En Washington—

Next up to bat, the Rosarios

They run the cab company,​ they struggle in the barrio

See, their daughter Nina’s off at college, tuition is mad steep

So they can’t sleep;

everything they get is mad cheap!

Good morning, Usnavi!

Pan caliente, café con leche!

Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery

One ticket, that’s it!

Hey!

A man’s gotta dream…

Don’t mind him, he’s all excited

‘Cause Nina flew in at 3 A.M.

last night!

Don’t look at me, this one’s been cooking all week!

Usnavi, come over for dinner

There’s plenty to eat!

So then Yesenia walks in the room—

Aha…

She smells sex and cheap perfume!

Uh oh…

It smells like one of those trees

That you hang from the rear view!

Ah, no!

It’s true!

She screams, «Who's in there with you, Julio?»

Grabs a bat and kicks in the door

He’s in bed with José from the liquor store!

No me diga!

Daniela and Carla, from the salon.​

Thanks, Usnavi!

Sonny, you’re late.​

Chillax, you know you love me.​

Me and my cousin run it

Just another dime-a-dozen mom-and-pop stop-and-shop

And, oh my god, it’s gotten too darn hot

Like my man Cole Porter said

People come through for a few cold waters and

A lottery ticket, just a part of the routine

Everybody’s got a job, everybody’s got a dream

They gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirk

The first stop as people hop to work

Bust it— I’m like:

«One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine.​

I got it.

You want a box of condoms?

What kind?

That’s two quarters.​ Two quarter waters

The New York Times.​

You need a bag for that?

The tax is added.​»

Once you get some practice at it

You do rapid mathematics automatically

Sellin' maxi-pads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practically

Everybody’s stressed, yes!

But they press through the mess

Bounce checks and wonder what’s next

In the heights

I buy my coffee and I go

Set my sights

On only what I need to know

In the heights

Money is tight

But even so

In the heights

I buy my coffee and—

Set my sights

What I need to know

In the heights

Money is tight

Even so

When the lights go down I blast my radio!

You ain’t got no skills!

Benny!

Yo, lemme get a—

Milky Way

Yeah, lemme also get a—

Daily News—

And a—

Post—

And most important, my—

Boss' second coffee, one cream—

Five sugars

I’m the number one earner—

What?!

The fastest learner—

What?!

My boss can’t keep me on the damn back burner!

Yes, he can

I’m makin' moves, I’m makin' deals, but guess what?

What?

You still ain’t got no skills!

Hardee-har

Yo, Vanessa show up yet?

Shut up!

Hey little homie, don’t get so upset

Man…

Tell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a meal

On the real, or you ain’t got no skills

Nooo!

No no nooo!

No no nooo, no-no-no!

Nooo, no-no-no!

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!

Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit

It’s locked in a box in the bottom of my closet

It’s not reflected in my bank statement

But I’ve been savin' to make a down payment and pay rent

No, no, I won’t let you down—

Yo, here’s your chance;

ask her out right now!

I’ll see you later, we can look at that lease!

Do somethin', make your move, don’t freeze!

Hey!

You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!

Are you moving?

Just a little credit check and I’m on that downtown train!

Well, your coffee’s on the house

Okay!

Usnavi, ask her out

No way!

I’ll see you later, so…

Oooh… Smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes!

Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!

You look exhausted, lost, don’t let life slide!

The whole hood is struggling, times are tight

And you’re stuck to this corner like a streetlight!

Yeah, I’m a streetlight, chokin' on the heat

The world spins around while I’m frozen to my seat

The people that I know all keep on rollin' down the street

But every day is different so I’m switchin' up the beat

'Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more

And sure, we’re poor, but yo, at least we got the store

And it’s all about the legacy they left with me, it’s destiny

And one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to me

In the Heights, I hang my flag up on display

We came to work and to live and we got a lot in common

It reminds me that I came from miles away

D.R., P.R., we are not stoppin'

In the Heights

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

In the Heights

I’ve got today!

Every day, paciencia y fe

Until the day we go from poverty to stock options

And today’s all we got, so we cannot stop

This is our block!

In the Heights

I hang my flag up on display

Lo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!

It reminds me that I came from miles away

My family came from miles away—

In the Heights

It gets more expensive every day

Every day

And tonight is so far away—

But as for mañana, mi pana

Ya gotta just keep watchin'

You’ll see the

​late nights

You’ll taste

​beans and rice

The syrups and

​shaved ice

I ain’t gonna

​say it twice

So turn up the stage lights

We’re takin' a flight

To a couple of days

​in the life of what it’s like

Late nights!

Beans and rice!

Shaved ice!

Say it twice!

In the Heights!

In the Heights!

In the Heights!

Ah

Ah

Ah

Ah!

En Washington Heights!