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    Let ‘em know the wicked old witch is dead!!!