No One Mourns the Wicked

作词 : Stephen Schwartz
 作曲 : Stephen Schwartz
 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 lie
 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's coming!
 Oh, and how!
 I see a nose
 I see a curl
 It's a healthy, perfect, lovely little
 Oh, sweet Oz!

 How can it be?
 What does it mean?
 It's uncannny
 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
 Goodness knows the wicked die alone
 She died alone
 Woe to those, woe to those
 Who spurn what goodnesses they are shown
 No one mourns the wicked

 Good news!
 No one mourns the wicked
 Good news!
 No one mourns the wicked
 Wicked!
 Wicked!
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