Is this Olympics?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a tornado
No escaping to Auntie Em’s
Open your hearts
Look down the road and see….
He’s just a Scarecrow
He needs some surgery
Because his hay falls out
On the floor
Little here, little there
Hit him with some knowledge
Cause he needs a brrraaaaainnnnn real bad
Tinman
You need a heart
You’re rusted from the rain
And you’re going quite insane
Funnel? What is on your head?
“Where is my oil can?” you said
Witches (BOOOO!!!!)
You’re ugly in the sky
A little water causes you to die
Melt on
Melt on
Then we steal your broom. From you.
We see a winning team on the run
Cowardly! Cowardly!
We are the Cowardly Lions!
Never, ever doubt us
Very, very frightening…are we.
Yellow Road
Yellow Road
Yellow Road
Lead us Home
