Wicked and Kristin Chenoweth lyrics
Wicked and Kristin Chenoweth lyrics
"No One Mourns The Wicked Lyrics"
Polk Salad Annie Lyrics
Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean Lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie 'Gators got your granny Everybody said it was a shame For the mama was working on the chain-gang What a mean, vicious woman Everyday before suppertime She'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess of Polk salad And carry it home in a tote
Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean Lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie 'Gators got your granny Everybody said it was a shame For the mama was working on the chain-gang What a mean, vicious woman Everyday before suppertime She'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess of Polk salad And carry it home in a tote
CITIZENS OF OZ:
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!
SOMEONE IN THE CROWD:
(spoken) Look! It's Glinda!
GLINDA:
(spoken) Fellow Ozians:
(sung) 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 -
SOMEONE IN THE CROWD:
No one mourns the Wicked
ANOTHER PERSON:
No one cries "They won't return!"
ALL:
No one lays a lily on their grave
MAN:
The good man scorns the Wicked!
WOMEN:
Through their lives, our children learn
ALL
Blue in the Face Lyrics
Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey Why can't you see you look so very funny You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face Relax and sleep, tomorrow isn't leaving And counting your sheep won't relieve you from this grieving You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face But you'll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair Take your time the world's not going anywhere Honey, you worry yourself sick till you're b
: Just like a bee rushing to a comb of honey Why can't you see you look so very funny You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face Relax and sleep, tomorrow isn't leaving And counting your sheep won't relieve you from this grieving You worry yourself sick till you're blue in the face But you'll make ends meet I know you will so please pull up a chair Take your time the world's not going anywhere Honey, you worry yourself sick till you're b
What we miss, when we misbehave:
GLINDA:
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
ALL:
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 sow
GLINDA(spoken): Are people born Wicked? Or do they have
Wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had
a father. She had a mother, as so many do:
FATHER:
How I hate to go and leave you lonely
MOTHER:
That's alright - it's only just one night
FATHER:
But know that you're here in my heart
While I'm out of your sight
GLINDA:
(spoken)
And like every family - they had their secrets
LOVER:
I'm Afraid Of Britney Spears Lyrics
I only just turned 15 I'm filled with hopes and dreams I turned my radio on and I hear the strangest song I'm afraid of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera Backstreet Boys and Nysnc I don't know what to think a wooooo a wooooo a wooooo a wooooo It's sick the way they dress I heard that they all have big breasts One thing I'll do if I can is Go on Britney's bus and get a tan They dance like they need a cure
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.
GLINDA:
(spoken) And of course, from the moment she was born,
she was - well - different
MIDWIFE:
It's coming
FATHER:
Now?
MIDWIFE:
The baby's coming
FATHER:
And how!
MIDWIFE:
I see a nose
FATHER:
I see a curl
MIDWIFE AND FATHER:
It's a healthy, perfect,
Lovely, little -
MIDWIFE:
(screams)
FATHER:
(spoken) Sweet Oz!
MOTHER:
(spoken) What is it? what's wrong?
MIDWIFE:
How can it be?
FATHER:
What does it mean?
MIDWIFE:
It'
3 Garotas Na Calcada Lyrics
Hoje a noite,aqui na cidade me chamaram a atencao 3 garotas na calcada com baixo, bateria e guitarra na mao Qual das 3 ? muito doida quem ? que escreve, quem faz na, na, na quem ? a dona da parada qual a onda que elas vao pegar de onde vem eu nao sei dizer mas uma coisa eu nao posso negar elas vao tocar em algum lugar e hoje a noite o rock vai rolar Tres Calcinhas Delirantes Orgasmo N, TPM Hal
s atrocious Hoje a noite,aqui na cidade me chamaram a atencao 3 garotas na calcada com baixo, bateria e guitarra na mao Qual das 3 ? muito doida quem ? que escreve, quem faz na, na, na quem ? a dona da parada qual a onda que elas vao pegar de onde vem eu nao sei dizer mas uma coisa eu nao posso negar elas vao tocar em algum lugar e hoje a noite o rock vai rolar Tres Calcinhas Delirantes Orgasmo N, TPM Hal
FATHER:
It's obscene!
MIDWIFE AND FATHER:
Like a froggy, ferny cabbage
The baby is unnaturally
ALL:
Green!
FATHER:
(spoken) Take it away, take it away!
GLINDA:
(spoken) So you see - it couldn't have been easy!
ALL:
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
We know what Goodness is
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
GLINDA:
She died alone
ALL:
Woe to those (Woe to those)
Who spurn what Goodnesses
They are shown
No one mourns the Wicked
GLINDA:
Good news!
CROWD:
No one mourns the Wicked!
GLINDA:
Good news!
ALL:
No one mourns the Wicked!
Wicked!
Wicked!