Karaoké No One Mourns the Wicked Wicked (film)

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 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 is 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 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 oh, ooh

Goodness knows the wicked die alone

Ooh

Woe to those

Woe to those

Who spurn what goodnesses

They are shown

No one mourns the wicked

Alone

No one mourns the wicked

Good news

No one mourns the wicked

Wicked

Wicked

Wicked