Lyricist : Stephen Schwartz
Composer : Stephen Schwartz
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, sweet Oz!
How can it be?
What does it mean?
It's uncannny
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
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 goodnesses they are shown
No one mourns the wicked
Good news!
No one mourns the wicked
Good news!
No one mourns the wicked
Wicked!
Wicked!
