Toto is dead

And the sky dark with dust

And Dorothy's slippers glitter no more

Home is where your heart is, the folktales say

Not the ground you hold.

Green is in, so get your brooms

And save the flying monkeys

Times are achanging

and new witches will appear

but where is our Dorothy now?

For our innocence is lost to scarecrow men

with petty tin hearts

For new times will be old times,

Though Dorothy might buy new shoes

Or the witch might change her face,

Time may never be just the same as it was,

Though the wizard's balloon may rise

Time will go marching down

the yellow brick road

just the same as it always has.