Once there was a wicked witch in the lovely land of ours
And a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch that never, never was
She filled the folks in munchkin land with terror and with dread
Till one fine day from Kansas way a cyclone caught her house
That brought the wicked wicked door mat she was flying on her broom
For the house fell on her head and the coroner pronounced her dead
And through the town the joyous news was spread
Ding-dong! The witch is dead, which old witch? The wicked witch
Ding-dong! The wicked witch is dead
Wake up you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed
Wake up, the wicked old witch is dead
She's gone where the goblins go, below, below, below, yo-ho!
Let's open up and sing and ring the bells out
Ding-dong! The merry-O, sing it high and sing it low
Let them know that wicked witch is dead
She's gone where the goblins go, below, below, below, yo-ho!
Let's open up and sing and ring the bells out
Ding-dong! The merry-O, sing it high and sing it low
Let them know that wicked witch, that wicked witch is dead
