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

Fellow, 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

Let ‘em know the wicked old witch is

Dead!!!

 

Written by E.Y.Harburg & H.Arlen

My house is made of flowers

The warm winds carpet the floor

Whenever there’s spring showers

I open the rainbow door

The frog,

The toad,

The turtle

All make my home their home

My curtains are crape mottle

And the fireflies fly neath my dome

I’ve never had money

And I’ll never need none

The moon is my lamp

And my clock is the sun

My home’s a home

For all those things

What grows, what flies, what sings

If it all sounds tempting

And it do you entice

I show to the heaven

That it do make it nice

Won’t you come live with me

I’d come live with me,

If I were you...

If I were you!

 

Written by T. Capote & H. Arlen