| Lyric | Musical | Year |
|---|
| Where in the world have you been hiding? / Really, you were perfect | |
| Long ago, in someone else's lifetime / Someone with my name who looked a lot like me | |
| I wanna be that girl in the mirror, there / I wanna be that girl with golden hair up on a silver screen most everywhere in the world | |
| There's something sweet / and almost kind / but he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined | |
| In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee | |
| I'm gonna be the mane event / Like no king was before | |
| And there was distant music / Simple and somehow sublime / Giving the nation a new syncopation | |
| You know nothing about me / and care even less / how could you understand our emptiness? | |
| Don't be the bunny / Don't be the stew | |
| When you've got it, flaunt it / Step right up and strut your stuff | |
| Summer on the Isle of Coney / Winter in Hell's Kitchenette | |
| You can't stop an avalanche / as it races down the hill / You can try to stop the seasons, girl / but you know you never will | |
| Look around and you will find / no one's really color blind / maybe it's a fact we all should face | |
| Maybe I'm brainless / Maybe I'm wise / But you've got me seeing through different eyes | |
| Son, be a dentist / You'll be a success | |
| Sherry baby, Sherry baby / Can you come out tonight? | |
| Life is random and unfair / Life is pandemonium | |
| Last night I met a man beneath a pale and haunted moon / A man no woman could refuse | |
| If you trust in your soul / Keep your eyes on the goal / And the prize you won't fail / Find your grail | |
| Clara Johnson, 142 East Lake Street! / Clara Johnson, 142 East Lake Street! | |
| I put a monkey on a pedestal / and tried to make that monkey stay | |
| Brimstone and treacle and cod liver oil / Liberal doses of each | |
| Spring and summer every other day / Blue wind looks so sad, blowing through the thick corn and bales of hay | |
| Suddenly / the wheels are in motion / and I'm ready to sail any ocean | |
| Nothing's better than a hay ride / underneath the sun | |
| Ohmigod, ohmigod you guys / This one's perfect and it's just my size | |
| You're a special kind of people known as show people / You live in a world of your own | |
| Merry Christmas Maggie Thatcher / May God's love be with you | |
| And one day, I'm hopping in that elevated train and I'm riding away / It won't be long now | |
| Sisters, sisters / There were never such devoted sisters | |
| I admit that in the past I've been a nasty / They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch | |
| Come summer, he went back to the speedboat / and watched Censored Scenes from King Kong | |
| Why is the world feeling totally stranger? / Why are my friends acting totally weird? | |
| It won't be long now, I guarantee / Day number 23 / I know it's today | |
| Is my brain reborn or is it wrecked / in freedom or in fear / Wish I were here | |
| I've had enough hurt in my life / and you've been adding to it / but I'm in control now / and just like before I'll get through it | |
| You're happy when your toes are in the mud / You smile a bit the moment you smell blood | |
Do-Re-Mi 
Rent Characters 
Andrew Lloyd Webber Musicals
