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!

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): STEPHEN LAWRENCE SCHWARTZ