My dear, sweet child. It's what I do and live for!
To help unfortunate merfolk, like yourself.
Poor souls with nowhere 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, made a switch,
True? Yes...
And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely
And the depressed...Pathetic!
Poor Unfortunate Souls,
In pain, in need...
This one's 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 do I help them?
Yes, I do!
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone 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!
* Here's my best offer, babykins.
I know a spell that will turn you into a human for three days.
Now, it's got a procedural clause,
sort of a "squid pro quo".
Before the sun sets on the third day,
you've got to get dear old Princey to kiss you.
And if you do, you'll be human forever.
(And if I don't...)
Oh, nothing drastic darling, im sure.
Oh, look! Small print...
Your soul's mine forever
and you're doomed eternally in my watery, hell-soaked lair.
Lawyers, don't ya just love 'em!
Of course, there is one more thing... My fee.
(But i don't have anything!)
I'm not asking for much, only...your voice...
(My voice? But without my voice,how could I ever..?)
You'll have your looks!
Your pretty face!
And don't underestimate the importance
of body language!
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred
For ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle 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On a lady who's withdrawn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 her 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 a bridge
My sweet, you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead just sign the scroll
Flotsam, Jetsam, now I've got her boys
The boss is on a roll!
You poor, unfotunate soul!
Beluga, Sevruga!
Come winds of the Caspian Sea
Larynxes, Glaucitis
Et max Laryngitis
La voce to me!
Now sing...
Sing your voice over to me, little dumpling!
Keep singing! keep singing!
Now swim...
Swim... Swim...
Swim for your life!
Swim for your life human child!
I now got what I want from you!
