Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch!
Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead.
Wake up - sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed.
Wake up, the 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-oh, sing it high, sing it low.
Let them know
The Wicked Witch is dead!
As Mayor of the Munchkin City, In the County of the Land of Oz,
I welcome you most regally.
But we've got to verify it legally, to see
Is morally, ethic'lly Spiritually, physically Positively, absolutely Undeniably and reliably Dead
As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.
Then this is a day of Independence For all the Munchkins and their descendants
Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
(It's funny...but last night I noticed Obama's calves and thighs looked a tad big... I wonder what that could mean?)