Overture / No One Mourns the Wicked (Live from the Dolby Theatre)

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

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!