No One Mourns the Wicked

Good news! The Witch, she's dead!

Come out, come out, she's gone!

Good news

She's dead

The Witch of the West is dead

The wickedest witch there ever was

The enemy of all of us here in Oz

Is dead

Good news

Good news

Look! It's Glinda!

Let us be glad

Let us be grateful

Let us

rejoicify

that goodness could subdue

The wicked workings of you-know-who

Isn't it nice to know?

That good will conquеr evil?

The truth we all bеlieve'll by and by

Outlive a lie

For you and—[SOMEONE IN THE CROWD]

No one mourns the Wicked

No one

cries

, "They won't return"

No one lays a lily on their grave

The good man scorns the Wicked

Through their lives, our children learn

What we miss when we misbehave

And

Goodness

knows the Wicked's lives

are lonely

Goodness knows the Wicked die alone

It just shows, when you're wicked

You're left only on your own

Yes, Goodness knows the Wicked's lives are lonely

Goodness knows the Wicked cry alone

Nothing grows for the Wicked

They reap only what they've sown[CHILD IN THE CROWD, spoken]

Miss Glinda

Why does Wickedness happen?

That's a good question

Are people born Wicked?

Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?

After all, the Wicked Witch had a childhood

She had a father, who by the way, had been appointed Governor of Munchkinland

I'm off to the assembly, dear

And she had a mother, as so many do

How I hate to go and leave you lonely

That's alright, it's only just one night

But know that you're here in my heart

While I'm out of your sight[GLINDA, spoken]

And, like every family, they had their secrets

Have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty

I've got one more night left here in town

So have another drink of green elixir

And we'll have ourselves a little mixer

Have another little swallow, little lady

And follow me down

And one thing led to another, as it so often does

No!

But from the moment the witch was born, she was, well, different

It's coming

Now?

The baby is coming

Oh, and how!

I see a nose

I see a curl

It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little—

Oh!

Oh! Sweet Oz! Oh!

How can it be?

What does it mean?

It's uncanny

It's obscene

Like a froggy, ferny cabbage

The baby is unnaturally

Green

Take it away

Take it away!

And so, it couldn't have been easy

No one mourns the Wicked

Now, at last, she's dead and gone

Now, at last, there's joy throughout the land

And Goodness knows

Goodness knows

We know what Goodness is

Oh, ooh

Goodness knows the Wicked die alone

She died alone

Woe to those (Woe to those)

Who spurn what Goodnesses

They are shown

No one mourns the Wicked

Good news

No one mourns the Wicked

Good news

No one mourns the Wicked

Wicked

Wicked