No One Mourns The Wicked

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 Crowd:
Look! It's Galinda!

Galinda:
(spoken) Fellow Ozians...
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

Galinda:
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've sown

Galinda (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 when I'm out of your sight

Galinda (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

Galinda (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 and Father:
I see a nose
I see a curl
It's a healthy, perfect
Lovely, little -

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!

Galinda (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

Galinda:
She died alone...

All:
Woe to those
Who spurn what Goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the Wicked

Galinda:
Good news!

Crowd:
No one mourns the Wicked!

Galinda:
Good news!

All:
No one mourns the WIcked!
Wicked!
Wicked!