Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

was a wicked witch in the lovely land of Oz, and a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder, which there never, never was. She filled the folks in munchkin' land with terror and with dread till one fine day from Cancer's way, a cyclone caught a house that brought the wicked, wicked, witcher through me.

She was flying on her broom. All the house fell on her head And the car under pronounced her dead The joyous news was spread The wicked witch, ding dong The wicked witch is dead You sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed Wake up, the wicked witch is dead She's gone, the bells are ding dong

Sing it high, sing it low, let them know the way, I'm the merry, sing it low, let them know that