Making Good

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!