Lyrics:

Glinda! Is it true you were her friend?
Well, it depends on what you mean by friend
I did know her, that is, our paths did cross at school

O hallowed halls and vine-draped walls
The proudest sight there is (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 (dear old Shiz)
Our days at dear old
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Dear old Shiz