[Ensemble:]
We want Will
We want Will (Ladies and gentlemen)
We want Will (All the way from)
We want Will (Stratford-upon-Avon)
We want Will (The King of Couplets)
We want Will (The Sultan of Sonnets)
We want Will (The man who put the "I am")
We want Will (In iambic pentameter)
We want Will (Please put your hands together)
We want Will (For the one, the only)
We want Will (William Shakespeare!)
We want Will

[The Bard (Ensemble):]
Thank you!
Is it good to see me or what?
(Do Sonnet 18!)
(Do "Kingdom for a Horse!")
(I love you Will!)
Ok, ok, here's one for all you beautiful Tudors out there
A little sonnet that's been very good to me
Let's see if you know it

Shall I compare thee (to a summer's day) Yeah
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
And the rough winds shake the darling buds of May, yeah
And summer's lease (hath all too short a date)

I adore the adoration (Ahh-ahh)
Though others may abhor it (Ahh-ahh)
It's quite a new sensation (Ahh-ahh)
What shall we call it? (Ahh)

[Ensemble (The Bard):]
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will of the people now
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will

[The Bard (Ensemble):]
Can you feel it? (Whoo!)
Oh, I can feel it too
In fact, I'd like to feel you a little bit later
Do you want more?
Well, when do you want it?
Tomorrow? (No!)
Later? (No!)
Let me hear you say "now"
(Now) Very nice
Let me hear you say "now is"
(Now is) That scans
Let me hear you say "now is the"
(Now is the) Oh, do it with me

Now is the winter of our discontent
(Now is the winter of our discontent)
Made glorious summer by this son of York
(Made glorious summer by this son of York)

And let me hear you say "glorious"
(Glorious) Do you mean me?
(Glorious) Well I can be
(Glorious) Now let me see
G-L-O-R-I-O-U-S
Who fits that bill? (It's Will!) I guess

There's a fever going round (Ahh-ahh)
Has anybody caught it? (Ahh-ahh)
(We're shaking it for Shakespeare!)
Methinks you got it

[Ensemble (The Bard):]
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will of the people now
Will
Power
(I am the will of the people now)
He is the will

[The Bard (Ensemble):]
Huzzah! (Huzzah!)
Oh, that is music to my ears
And if music be the food of love
Play on, (Oh) that's a new one
Don't even know where to put it yet
Speaking of love
Here's one for all you lovers out there

[The Bard:]
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks (thank you)
It is the east and Juliet is the sun
Arise, fair sun and kill
The envious moon, oh, the moon
Who is already sick and pale
So sick and so pale with grief
That thou, her maid, (yeah, thou) art far
More fair than she
Than she
(Thank you, I like that one too)

[Ensemble:]
Will
Power
Will
Power

[The Bard (The Bard