Somewhere outside the Zoodle

Over there

Is a place that I heard of

Broadway beyond compare

Somewhere outside the Zoodle

Crowds will cheer

And my show-stopping numbers

Will thrill them from year to year

Someday I'll find the magic key

To morph a simple brown monkey

To fan fare

And I'll play Boq on Wicked's stage

My dance and singing all the rage

There'll be a live band there

Somewhere outside the zoodle

I'll steep green tea

After a night of performing

The rust-free drink will soothe me

If Laborastory's potion's true

Here are my notions

Now, what do I do?

(original lyrics written by FritzGerald McDaniels)