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 the Crowd Look! It's Glinda!
Glinda 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!" Crowd No one lays a lily on their grave Man The good man scorns the wicked! Women Through their lives, our children learn Crowd 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
Crowd 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 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 While I'm out of your sight...
Glinda 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 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 & Father I see a nose, I see a curl It's a healthy, perfect, lovely, little— Father Sweet Oz! Mother 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 & Father Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally All Green!
Father Take it away...take it away!
Glinda So you see, it couldn't have been easy!
Crowd 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 Glinda She died alone... Crowd Woe to those Who spurn what goodness is They are shown No one mourns the wicked Glinda Good news! Crowd No one mourns the wicked! Glinda Good news! Crowd No one mourns the wicked! Wicked! Wicked!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
