Making Good

[ELPHABA]
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 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 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
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!