LETRA Ursula: The only way to get what you want… …is to become a human yourself!
Ariel: (gasps with excitement) can you do that?
Ursula: 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 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, 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 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 Ursula: Have we got a deal?
Ariel: If i become human… I'll never be with my father or sisters again.
Ursula: But, you'll have, your man. (laughs slyly) Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? (laughs slyly) Oh! And there is, one, more, thing! We haven't discussed the subject of payment.
Ariel: but i don't have any – Ursula: I'm not asking much.
Just a token, really! A trifle! What i want From you is . . .
Ariel: But without my voice, how can i – Ursula: 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 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that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady who's withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue who gets her man Come on, you poor unfortunate soul Go ahead!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 and sign the scroll!
(flotsam, jetsam, now i've got her, boys) The boss is on a roll This poor unfortunate soul…