(Glinda! Is it true you were her friend?)

(Yes, I mean I did know her)

(That is, our paths did cross, at school)

O hallowed halls and vine-draped walls

The proudliest sight there is

When grey and sere our hair hath turned

We shall still revere the lessons learned

In our days at dear old Shiz

Our days at dear old

Oh-oh-oh-oh-old

Dear old Shiz