That hatchet-faced hag who's 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 the 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 stood 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 what 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 can 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 at my own life

Just watch how fast I'm going to learn how to fly

Just watch the 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 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 Oh, at long, long last they're cheering my name and what's more

Guess what old bastards come here to claim

Credit for his 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