Lyrics Rufio - Lin-Manuel Miranda , Utkarsh Ambudkar

*Yuh* U-T-K! Basco! Lin-Manuel!
Who am I? Who am I? *yuh, yuh*

Call me Rufio, Rufio, never growing old
I'll forever be a Lost Boy, until my body cold
Call me Rufio, I hold this sort of gold
I'll be forever makin' noise until they take away my soul

Misfits, outcasts: I ain't never been included;
I tried to be a cool kid, but the club was too exclusive
I was last pick, ate alone; Friday nights, I stayed at home

Never had a land, and so I had to go and make my own. Uh, huh
Escaped into the bottle: ended up in the institution
Anyone who's ever loved me would tell you I was a nuisance

So, if you feel confusion and utterly disillusioned, just know
That I turned that feeling into worldwide distribution. Yuh
If I could do it, you could do it
I had the biggest opportunity in the world, and I blew it
Get into it, buried my career with the tulips
Seen the fear and went through it
Now I'm ready for moving

When I put the pen to paper, see the ink its' hold its' hair
About the follies of a man who used to think he'd never fail

But the failure made me stronger, stronger than I've ever known
Thank God the end has been postponed, and now this rhyme's how I atone

Call me Rufio, Rufio, never growing old
I'll forever be a Lost Boy until my body cold
Call me Rufio, I hold this sort of gold
I'll be forever makin' noise until they take away my soul

Second star to the right and straight on till morning
I'm warning y'all, I'm sent too wild for the night
I was born for performing, just more than y'all
I storm at the station, I'm grabbin' the mic and
I'm bashin' your brains in, that's entertainment

Handle arrangements
Annual payments
After arraignments
Let's break this sh*t down for the laymen's:

Because the best of us are underrated, underestimated every day, man
Just cause I am in a tux outside in L.A., I am not your valet, man
Of a day in the struggle, of [havin' to attain a sense double,?]

Its twenty-eighteen:
Get stopped by a Nazi who pops your political bubble!

Give me a pen and a shuffle:
I write killer bars that I bury and muffle
Slytherin Lin, stuffin' a motherf*ckin' Hufflepuff in a duffle
And I pick at this 'sitch, I'm in trouble;
And I'm swingin' a pitch for a double
I'ma pick out a ditch,
And I'm fitting to dig in this b*tch 'til i get you in trouble

Hey ding-a-ling: Do you really wanna have another bang-a-rang?
Just say my name, I ain't never growing up, b*tch, bang-a-rang
Bang-a-rang, bang-a-rang
Do you really wanna have another bang-a-rang?
Just say my name, I ain't never growing up, b*tch, bang-a-rang

Call me Rufio, Rufio, never growing old
I'll forever be a Lost Boy until my body cold
Call me Rufio, I hold this sort of gold
I'll be forever makin' noise until they take away my soul

Brown boy-turned brown man
Lost and I'm found, man
30 years in this industry, and we can't stop, we're still countin'
Now i told the story, but it's not my own
It belongs to anyone who's ever felt alone
Like an outsider, a refugee
For all the brown boys and girls to be like, "Yo, that's me!"
And we're not a sidekick, the butt of a joke
Some extra afterthought token character to throw us a bone
We're the King of the Lost Boys, sitting on the throne
And even though we die in the end, that's cool
For kids of color, man, dying ain't nothin' new
'Cause now we're running Neverland, and Rufio will live forever, man
So, we'll never be invisible ever again

Call me, Rufio
Call me
Call me Rufio, Rufio, never growing old
I'll forever be a Lost Boy until my body cold
Call me Rufio, I hold this sort of gold
I'll be forever makin' noise until they take away my soul