Gary Wilmot - We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz] Lyrics
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We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz]
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What Are The Lyrics For We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz] By Gary Wilmot?
Follow the yellow brick road,
Follow the yellow brick road, Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road. Follow the rainbow over the stream, Follow the fellow who follows a dream, Follow, follow, follow, follow, Follow the yellow brick road. We're off to see the Wizard, The wonderful Wizard of Oz. We hear he is a whiz of a Wiz if ever a Wiz there was. If ever, oh ever a Wiz there was, The Wizard of Oz is one becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, Becoz of the wonderful things he does. We're off to see the Wizard, The wonderful Wizard of Oz. We're off to see the Wizard, The wonderful Wizard of Oz. We hear he is a whiz of a Wiz if ever a Wiz there was. If ever, oh ever a Wiz there was, The Wizard of Oz is one becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, becoz, Becoz of the wonderful things he does. We're off to see the Wizard, The wonderful Wizard of Oz. |
Who Wrote We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz] By Gary Wilmot?
E.y. Harburg, Harold Arlen
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What's The Duration Of The We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz] By Gary Wilmot?The duration of We're off to See the Wizard [From The Wizard of Oz] is 1:56 minutes and seconds. |
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