', candle I need no babylon, feelin' opressed Don't even stress the word (?), cause we the champion's Champagne be poppin', we limo drivin' side by side And yes
it equals nothin Have you ever been alone? Tabernacles I have Every paragraph I laugh, fuck her I'm out smashed (mash) Get 'em out that paper, no one escape us, yes
Hey you, who me Officer Krupke? Yeah, you, give me one good reason For not draggin' you down to the station house You punk Dear, dear, dear kindly Sergeant
? Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand It's just our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all
the floor You was my father and my mother, the mother of my father Known as my grandmother I refer to you as mama No one calmer or considerate as you my dear
got me, son (Rocking chair got you father) And my cane by my side (Yes, your cane by your side) Now fetch me that old gin, son (Ain't got no gin, father
Jimmy: Great, Bunky! Hoots: That's Hoots. (he leaves) Mother: (in hall) Are you all right, dear? Jimmy: Yes, Mom. Father: Are you sure, son? Jimmy: Yes
But my father's king of everything I'm adopted into the family So I guess that makes me royalty And he's given me dominion yes Power over men, them yes
cuss Father Gogan: Look here, read the writin' that gives us a legal claim All Gogans: Oh we got a bill of sale right here Mother Gogan: With dear
single red rose Please, Gustave, if you don't mind Would you wait outside a while? May I go exploring, by myself? Yes, but stay backstage, my dear
GALINDA: (spoken) Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle: ELPHABA: (spoken) My dear Father: BOTH: There's been some confusion Over rooming here at Shiz
(feat. Kristin Chenoweth) [GLINDA] Dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsical... [ELPHABA] My dear Father... [BOTH] THERE'S BEEN SOME CONFUSION OVER ROOMING
Magic grand vizier! My dear, my dear I'll write at once to the Wizard Tell him of you in advance With a talent like yours, dear There is a defint-ish
young girl's voice. We are drowning in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear
extra You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around And the boss wouldn't like it! Fantine: Yes it's true there's a child And the child is my daughter And her father
And the boss wouldn't like it! [FANTINE] Yes it's true there's a child And the child is my daughter And her father abandoned us Leaving us flat Now she
do I help them? Yes, indeed Those poor unfortunate souls So sad So true They come flocking to my cauldron Crying, "Spells, Ursula please!" And I help them? Yes
Lord, And I also thank my father who was Chairman of the Board, (And he's grateful to his father, Yes he's grateful to his father, Yes he's grateful to his father