OZIANS Good News! She's Dead! The Witch of the West is dead! The Wickesest Witch there ever was The enemy of all of us here in in Oz is dead! Good News! Good News! MAN IN CROWD Look, it's Glinda! 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 conquere evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by Outlive a lie For you and - OZIANS No One Mourns the Wicked No cries "They won't return" No lays a lily on their grave The good man scorns the wicked Through their lives our children learn What we miss when we misbehave GLINDA 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 lonely, On your own OZIANS 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 sow GLINDA Are people born Wicked, or do they wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a father, she had a mother, as so many do. WITCH'S FATHER How I hate to go And leave you lonely Even though it's only Just one night But I know you know While we're apart, dear I will have you always In my heart, dear So don't have a doubt whom I love While I'm out of your sight... LOVER Have another drink My dark-eyed beauty Ive got one more night Left here in town So have another drink Of green elixer And we'll have ourselves A little mixer Have another little sweallow Little lady, and follow it down GLINDA But who knows what went on behind closed doors. And of course, from the moment she was born she was - well...different. MIDWIFE It's coming! WITCH'S FATHER Now?! MIDWIFE The baby's coming! WITCH'S FATHER And how!? MIDWIFE I see a nose! WITCH'S FATHER I see a curl WITCH'S FATHER & MIDWIFE It's a healthy perfect Lovely little - WITCH'S FATHER Sweet Oz!! WITCH'S MOTHER What is it? What's wrong? MIDWIFE How can it be? WITCH'S FATHER What does it mean? MIDWIFE It's atrocious! WITCH'S FATHER It's obscene! WITCH'S FATHER & MIDWIFE Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally - WITCH'S FATHER Take it away...Take it away! ALL GREEN! GLINDA So you see, you couldn't have been easy... OZIANS 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 GLINDA She died alone OZIANS Woe to those Who spurn what goodness is They are shown They make their beds out of Rosebods of thorns (On their headings of course) And when they're dead, no one mourns No One Mourns the Wicked GLINDA Good News! OZIANS No One Mourns the Wicked Wicked Wicked!