[CHRIS HARGENSEN, spoken]
You know what Norma calls her?
"Scary White"
Do you love it?!

[ENSEMBLE, spoken in echoes]
Scary White... Scary White... Scary White...

[CARRIE WHITE]
That's not my name!
Doesn't anybody ever get it right?
Carrie
Why don't they remember I am "Carrie White"?
Carrie
Is it any harder to say than "god damn toad" and "spastic'' and 'weirdo" and "dumb bitch"?

Doesn't anybody think that I can hear? I hear
'Specially when I got them screaming in my ear, I hear
Everyday they mock me and push me around, 'til I drop
If I had a wish, God, I wish they'd stop

When will they? I wish they'd-
When will they? When will they? When will they?
Sometimes their hatred is out of control
God, how they hurt me
Mama says "Suffering is good for the soul"
But they hurt me
And if I could
I'd bring them all down to their knees
I'd make them sorry forever for teasing Carrie, Carrie, Carrie

I will not cry, I'm okay
I've tried so hard to play their way
Why do they find it so hard to say?
Carrie
Why do they always treat me so bad?
They all know my name
It's Carrie
I don't know why they all get so mad
It's always the same

What's going on deep in me?
All of these feelings, suddenly
If I am changing will I still be Carrie?
Or what if I am somebody new?
Imagine the things I might do

I might take a chance
I've always wondered how
And maybe I'll dance
And try hard to laugh more than I do now
And the world will open its eyes
And for once the whole world will recognize Carrie
Then all those people who scream night and day, "Poor praying Carrie!''
They'd see the new me and they might even say, "Look, it's Carrie!''
And finally I'd hear their words, sounding so sweet
Thousand of voices forever repeating Carrie, Carrie, Carrie
I am the sound of distant thunder, the color of flame
I'm Carrie
I am a song of endless wonder that no one will claim
But someday, oh my, someday
Someone will know my name!