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! 



SOMEONE IN THE CROWD: 

(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 - 



SOMEONE IN THE CROWD: 

No one mourns the Wicked 



ANOTHER PERSON: 

No one cries "They won't return!" 



ALL: 

No one lays a lily on their grave 



MAN: 

The good man scorns the Wicked! 



WOMEN: 

Through their lives, our children learn 



ALL: 

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 



ALL: 

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(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 little 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: 

(screams) 



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! 



ALL: 

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 



ALL: 

Woe to those (Woe to those) 

Who spurn what Goodnesses 

They are shown 

No one mourns the Wicked 



GLINDA: 

Good news! 



CROWD: 

No one mourns the Wicked! 



GLINDA: 

Good news! 



ALL: 

No one mourns the Wicked! 

Wicked! 

Wicked!