Barbra

Once there was a wicked witch

In the lovely land of OZ

And a wickeder, wickeder,

Wickeder witch that never, ever was

She filled the folks in Munchkin Land

With terror and with dread

Till one fine day from Kansas

A house fell on her head

And the coroner pronounced her: DEAD

And through the town the joyous news went running

The joyous news that the wicked old witch

Was finally done in

Ding-Dong! The witch is dead!

Harold

Which old witch?

Barbra

The wicked witch

Ding-Dong! The wicked witch is dead!

Wake up you sleepy head

Harold

Rub your eyes

Barbra

Get out of that bed

Wake up! The wicked old witch is dead!

Both

She’s gone where the goblins go

Below, below, below - yo-ho!

Let’s open up and sing

Barbra

And ring those bells out...

Harold

Sing the news out!

Barbra

Ding-Dong! The merry-o

Sing it high and sing it low

Let them know the wicked old witch is dead

Harold

Why everyone’s glad

She took such a crownin’

Barbra

Bein' hit by a house

Is even worse than drownin’

Both