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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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: [bad word] 

Father:
Now?

Midwife:
The [bad word] 

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!