Songs To Wash Your Hands-Broadway Edition

By Sarai Henriquez, Staff Reporter

Toros as we say goodbye to another school year here at the Bulletin we want to leave you on a happy note and to remind you to wash those hands. 

Defying Gravity- Wicked 

“Something has changed within me. Something is not the same

I’m through with playing by the rules. Of someone else’s game

Too late for second-guessing.Too late to go back to sleep

It’s time to trust my instincts. Close my eyes and leap

It’s time to try. Defying gravity

I think I’ll try. Defying gravity

And you can’t pull me down.”

Dead Mom- Beetlejuice

 “Take me where my soul can run or I’ll be in my bedroom

Wake me when I’m twenty one

Daddy’s moving forward

Daddy didn’t lose a mom

Mama won’t you send a sign?

I’m running out of hope and time

A plague of mice, a lightning strike

Or drop a nuclear bomb

No more playing daddy’s game

I’ll go insane if things don’t change

Whatever it takes to make him say your name

Dead mom”

Waving Through A Window- Dear Evan Hansen

“Step out, step out of the sun

If you keep getting burned

Step out, step out of the sun

Because you’ve learned, because you’ve learned

On the outside, always looking in

Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?

‘Cause I’m tap, tap, tapping on the glass

I’m waving through a window

I try to speak, but nobody can hear

So I wait around for an answer to appear

While I’m watch, watch, watching people pass

I’m waving through a window, oh

Can anybody see, is anybody waving back at me?”

I Dreamed A Dream- Les Miserables

“I dreamed a dream in times gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed, that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted.”

My Shot- Hamilton 

“I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I’m just like my country

I’m young, scrappy and hungry

And I’m not throwing away my shot

I’ma get a scholarship to King’s College

I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish

The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

I gotta holler just to be heard

With every word, I drop knowledge

I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal

Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable

Only nineteen but my mind is older.”