I chose among all roads
The road of yellow bricks.
Princesses, knights, charmed toads -
Everyone comes to Rick's.
When I am finally there -
Will you remember my name?
My love justified by your flare,
My means justified by my aim.
I'll bring you a birthday present -
Some nettle to make a shirt,
A mermaid's voice, soft and pleasant,
An oil-lamp in dust and dirt.
When morning comes, I'll turn into
The Tin Man without a heart.
The Emerald City I've been to
Will claim me - and we will part.