That hatchet face hag who was pointing at me with a sneer - I don't see her Those giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear - I don't hear them The boy with a spitball behind me... if I suddenly turn - Oh look, he's lost his nerve Right now I'm their prey, right now I'm their quarry But there'll come a day they all will be sorry And sorry will be all that they deserve At long long last, I'm making my way out of here Erase the past it's as of today clean and clear Today I start my quest To find my special destiny Do more than just the best I could 'Cause in my gut, I know I can do something great I don't know what yet, but when I'm through, Just you wait When they see all I've done, They'll tell me "You're so wonderful!" "We wish back then we'd understood, You'd be making good." Good, I'll be making good Undertaking new inventions or discoveries Maybe find a cure for some disease Maybe I could make world hunger cease Or else maybe paint a masterpiece Something that astounds, something that amazes Something that has everybody singing my praises At long long last, I'm taking my turn And my oh my Just watch how fast I'm going to learn how to fly Just watch lightning strike And when they see what I can do All Oz will love me like they should In all likelihood Once I'm making good Unlimited My future is unlimited And I've just had a vision almost like a prophecy I know, you can call me crazy And true, the vision's hazy But I swear someday there'll be A celebration throughout Oz That's all to do with me You'll see At long long last, they're cheering my name and what's more Guess what old bastard's come here to claim credit for This magic child of his, to say how proud he is of me For doing things the Wizard could not even contemplate So you can go ahead and laugh Till your sides are aching But if I do half the wonders I feel waking You'll be cheering after I am finished making good No, not making good Making great!
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