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
Fellow Ozians
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
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father
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 of course, from the moment she was born
She was, well, different
It's coming
Now?
The baby's coming
And how!
I see a nose
I see a curl
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little
Sweet Oz
What is it? What's wrong?
How can it be?
What does it mean?
It's atrocious
It's obscene
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally
Green!
Take it away, take it away
So you see, 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
We know what goodness is
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
She died alone
Woe to those (woe to those)
Who spurn what goodness is
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked
Wicked
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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
Fellow Ozians
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
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father
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 of course, from the moment she was born
She was, well, different
It's coming
Now?
The baby's coming
And how!
I see a nose
I see a curl
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little
Sweet Oz
What is it? What's wrong?
How can it be?
What does it mean?
It's atrocious
It's obscene
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally
Green!
Take it away, take it away
So you see, 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
We know what goodness is
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
She died alone
Woe to those (woe to those)
Who spurn what goodness is
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked
Wicked
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
Fellow Ozians
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
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?
After all, she had a father
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 of course, from the moment she was born
She was, well, different
It's coming
Now?
The baby's coming
And how!
I see a nose
I see a curl
It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little
Sweet Oz
What is it? What's wrong?
How can it be?
What does it mean?
It's atrocious
It's obscene
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally
Green!
Take it away, take it away
So you see, 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
We know what goodness is
Goodness knows
The wicked die alone
She died alone
Woe to those (woe to those)
Who spurn what goodness is
They are shown
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Good news
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked
Wicked
Writer: Stephen Lawrence Schwartz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group