Writer(s): Alan Menken
The only way to get what you want
is to become a human yourself
My dear sweet child that's what I do
it's what I live for
To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself
Poor souls with no one else
to turn to
I admit that in the past
I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding
when they called me well a witch
But you'll find that
nowadays I've mended all my ways
Repented seen the light
and made a switch to this
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And dear lady please don't laugh
I use it on behalf of the miserable
lonely and depressed pathetic
Poor unfortunate souls in pain in need
This one longing to be thinner
that one wants to get the girl
And do I help them yes indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls so sad so true
They come flocking to my cauldron crying spells
Ursula please and I help them yes I do
Now it's happened once or twice
some one couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
but on the whole
I've been a saint to those poor unfortunate souls
Have we got a deal
But you will have your man
heh heh heh heh
Life's full of tough choices isn't it
heh heh heh heh heh
Oh and there is one more thing
We haven't discussed the subject of payment
I'm not asking much
just a token really a trifle
What I want from you is your voice
You'll have your looks your pretty face
And don't underestimate the importance of body language ha
The men up there
don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl
who gossips is a bore
Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies
not to say a word
and after all dear what is idle babble for
Come on they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady
who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue
who gets a man come on you
Poor unfortunate soul go ahead make your choice
I'm a very busy woman
and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much just your voice
You poor unfortunate soul It's sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge
my sweet you've got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
and go ahead and sign the scroll
Flotsam Jetsam now I've got her boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor un for tunate soul
Beluga sevruga come winds of the
Caspian Sea Larengix glaucitis et max
laryngitis la voce to me
Now sing Keep singing
Aah aah aah aah
