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