No One Mourns The Wicked

Ozzians:

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!

Ozzian:

Look! It's Glinda!

Glinda:

Fellow Ozzians:

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 will all believe'll by and by

outlive a lie!

For you and --

Various Ozzians:

No one mourns the wicked

No one cries they won't return

No one lays a lilly on their grave

The good man scorns the wicked

Through their lives our children learn

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

Ozzians:

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:

Are people born wicked?

Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?

For after all

She had father

She had a mother

As so many do.

Elphaba's Father:

How I hate to go and leave you lonely

Elphaba's Mother:

That's all right, it's only just one night

Elphaba's Father:

But know that you're here in my heart, while I'm out of your sight!

Glinda:

And like every family, they had their secrets:

Elphaba's Mother's Lover:

So have another drink, my dark-eyed beauty

After one more night left here in my town

So have another drink

A green elixir

And we'll have ourselves a little mixer

Have another little swallow little lady

And follow me down

Glinda:

And of course, from the moment she was born, she was, well, different!

Nurse:

It's coming!

Elphaba's Father

Now

Nurse:

The baby's coming

Elphaba's Father

How?

Nurse:

I see a nose!

Elphaba's Father:

I see a curl!

Elphaba's Father & Nurse:

It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little --

*gasps*

Elphaba's Father:

Sweet Oz!

Elphaba's Mother:

What is it? What's wrong?

Nurse:

How can it be

Father:

What does it mean?

Nurse:

It's atrocious!

Father:

It's obscene!

Father & Nurse:

Like a frawny, ferny cabbage

The baby is unnaturally

Green!

Father:

Take it away

Take it away!

Glinda:

So you see,

It couldn't have been easy:

Ozzians:

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

Woe to those (woe to those)

Who spurn what goodnesses

They are shown

No one mourns the wicked

No one mourns the wicked

No one mourns the

Wicked!

Wicked!

Wicked!