Original Broadway Cast of Violet
Surprised
[VIOLET]
Is this a suitcase – is it mine?
Am I waitin' by the candy stand
Beneath the Greyhound Station sign?
Have I got a ticket in my hand?
Stupid
People of Spruce Pine are stupid

Lord, I'll call the whole trip off
If Leroy Evans looks me in the face
Nope, I win, he's terrorized
This town is a superstitious place –
Next week, won't they be surprised

[BUS DRIVER, spoken]
Get your tickets ready. This is the Memphis bus, by way of Johnson City, Kingsport, Knoxville, Nashville, and a bunch'a towns no bigger'n this one. Tickets, please. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
The Baltimore Catechism. A Catholic, in these parts?

[VIOLET, spoken]
No ma'am. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
How you read it though, I don't know, with the margins so full of writing!
[VIOLET, spoken]
It was my mama's. 

[BUS DRIVER, spoken]
Move along, m…oooh. Miss. 

[VIOLET]
"Mr. Wallace Weatherman"
Give my scar another nosy look
In a week, you'll be surprised –
Got my healin' planned out in my book
Next week, I'll come back disguised

(spoken)
Oh, he thinks well of himself, I can tell that. But what's he have, really?

(sung)
Lips? Thin. Cheeks? Flat
I sure don't want mine like that
Nose? Bent. Ears? Runts
Got four eyes and he can't see once
Nothing in his face for me
His hair though – is it Cherokee?
It's black enough to be

I want my own as soft as a breeze –
And also curlier, please
[OLD LADY, spoken]
Do you mind if I sit here, dear? I like to be up front, so's I can look out the front winders. Otherwise I get dizzy, looking off to the side…

[VIOLET]
Once I bet her eyes were green
Wonder how those eyes would look on me
Funny, if she recognized
Finders keepers, lady, wait and see
Next week, won't you be surprised

(spoken)
Praise God, it's started. September 4th, 1964. 

(sung)
Mama, your book says "it's blessed to pity"
Mama, just look, I'm a long ways from pretty
Be an angel, Mama, help to save me
Make the Lord restore the face you gave me –
And I will praise his grace
Rain or shine
When you see a brand-new face
When you see a brand-new face
When you see a brand-new face –
And it's mine –
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be surprised
Won't you be –
[OLD LADY, spoken]
You going far?

[VIOLET, spoken]
Tulsa, Oklahoma. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
I never been there. I hear the trees give out. Oh! My goodness. 

[VIOLET, spoken]
That's just why I'm going. Get this scar healed once and for all. 

[OLD LADY, spoken]
'Course my mailman Vincent Finzer was born with a cleft palate, and he couldn't be any sweeter!

[VIOLET, spoken]
I wasn't born with this scar. It took an axe blade to split my face in two.