Wonderful - Joel Grey, Idina Menzel

I never asked for this

Or planned it in advance

I was merely blown here

By the winds of chance

I never saw myself

As a Solomon or Socrates

I knew who I was:

One of your dime a dozen

Mediocrities

Then suddenly I’m here

Respected, worshipped, even

Just because the folks in Oz

Needed someone to believe in

Does it surprise you

I got hooked, and all too soon?

What can I say?

I got carried away

And not just by balloon

Wonderful

They called me «Wonderful»

So I said «Wonderful, if you insist»

I will be «Wonderful»

And they said «Wonderful»

Believe me, it’s hard to resist

'Cause it feels wonderful

They think I’m wonderful

Hey, look who’s wonderful

This corn-fed hick

Who said, «It might be keen

To build a town of green

And a wonderful road of yellow brick!»

See, I never had a family of my own

So, I guess I just wanted to give the citizens of Oz everything

So you lied to them

Elphaba, where I’m from

We believe all sorts of things that aren’t true

We call it «history.»

A man’s called a traitor or liberator

A rich man’s a thief or philanthropist

Is one a crusader or ruthless invader?

It’s all in which label is able to persist

There are precious few at ease

With moral ambiguities

So we act as though they don’t exist

They call me «Wonderful»

So I am wonderful

In fact, it’s so much who I am

It’s part of my name

And with my help, you can be the same

At long, long last receive your due long overdue

Elphaba, the most celebrated are the rehabilitated

There’ll be such a whoop-de-doo

A celebration throughout Oz

That’s all to do with you

Wonderful

They’ll call you wonderful

It does sound wonderful

Trust me, it’s fun

When you are wonderful

It would be wonderful

Wonderful, wonderful

One!

Two!

And