Citizens of Oz: 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!
Ozian: (spoken) Look! It's Glinda!
Glinda: (spoken) Fellow Ozians (sung) 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 -
Ozian: No one mourns the Wicked
Ozian (Female): No one cries "They won't return!"
Ozians: No one lays a lily on their grave
Ozian (Male): The good man scorns the Wicked!
Ozians (Female): Through their lives our children learn
Ozians: 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 only 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've sown
Glinda: (spoken) 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.
Father: How I hate to go and leave you lonely.
Mother: That's alright – it's only just one night.
Father: But know that you're here in my heart While I'm out of your sight.
Glinda: (spoken) And like every family – they had their secrets…
Lover: 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 swallow, little lady And follow me down…
Glinda: (spoken) And of course, from the moment she was born, she was – well – different
Midwife: It's coming!
Father: Now?
Midwife: The baby's coming!
Father: And how!
Midwife: I see a nose
Father: I see a curl
Midwife and Father: It's a healthy, perfect, Lovely, little -
Midwife: AAAHHH!!!!
Father: (spoken) Sweet Oz!
Mother: (spoken) What is it? what's wrong?
Midwife: How can it be?
Father: What does it mean?
Midwife: It's atrocious
Father: It's obscene!
Midwife and Father: Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally
All: Green!
Father: (spoken) Take it away; take it away!
Glinda: (spoken) So you see – it 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(Glinda: Echo) We know what Goodness is(Glinda:Echo) Goodness knows(Glinda:Echo) The Wicked die alone
Glinda: She died alone.
Ozians: Woe to those Who spurn what Goodness is They are shown No one mourns the Wicked
Glinda: Good news!
Ozians: No one mourns the Wicked!
Glinda: Good news!
Ozians and Glinda: No one mourns the Wicked! Wicked! Wicked!