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No One Mourns The Wicked (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!