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
Let us be glad
Look! It´s Glinda
Let us be grateful Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue The wicked workings of you-know-who
It´s good to see me, isn´t it? Fellow Ozians, let me set the record straight Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West is dead
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
But, Miss Glinda
Yes?
Why does Wickedness happen?
That´s a good question, one many people find confusifying 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
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 when I´m out of your sight
Like every family, they had their secrets
Uh Ah
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 And of course, from the moment she was born, she was, well, different
It´s coming
Now?
The baby´s coming
And how
I see a nose
I see a curl
It´s a healthy, perfect Lovely, little
Sweet Oz
What is it? What´s wrong?
How can it be?
What does it mean?
It´s uncanny
It´s obscene
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage The baby is unnaturally
Green
Take it away, take it away
It´s all right, little one, I´ll look after you
So her nanny, Dulcibear, raised her And as she grew, so did her challenges
Dulcibear
Coming, Governor
Little one, watch your baby sister, just a clock tick
Oh, Nessarose, don´t you why, I´m here Now, you wanna see something amazin?
Yeah
This is all about our wonderful Wizard of Oz Do you know how he got here?
No
From te sky, in a balloon, see? Then he built a city made of emerald ´cause he loves emerald Even though they´re green And, Nessa, you wanna know a secret? If you get to meet him, he grants your hearts desires
Elphaba Thropp Reading at the top Someone gonna tell her That everyone could smell her?
Where did you come from? She´s so green
Stop
Elphaba Elphaba Thropp, what have you done this time? Oh, that´s okay my baby Let´s get your a piece of candy And now, you´ve made your sister cry
It´s all right, little one, he shouldn´t have blamed you
Dulcibear?
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 (And Goodness knows) We know what Goodness is (And Goodness knows) 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