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
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 (and goodness knows)
We know what goodness is (oh-oh-ooh)
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