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 conquer evil?

The truth we all believe'll by and by

Outlive a lie

For you and-

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

(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

(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's 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 (ah)

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!