Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

Once there was a wicked witch in the lovely land of ours

And a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch that never, never was

She filled the folks in munchkin land with terror and with dread

Till one fine day from Kansas way a cyclone caught her house

That brought the wicked wicked door mat she was flying on her broom

For the house fell on her head and the coroner pronounced her dead

And through the town the joyous news was spread

Ding-dong! The witch is dead, which old witch? The wicked witch

Ding-dong! The wicked witch is dead

Wake up you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed

Wake up, the wicked old witch is dead

She's gone where the goblins go, below, below, below, yo-ho!

Let's open up and sing and ring the bells out

Ding-dong! The merry-O, sing it high and sing it low

Let them know that wicked witch is dead

She's gone where the goblins go, below, below, below, yo-ho!

Let's open up and sing and ring the bells out

Ding-dong! The merry-O, sing it high and sing it low

Let them know that wicked witch, that wicked witch is dead