Ursula
[The only way to get what you want]
[Is to become a human yourself]
Ariel
[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 possesed
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
*Now, here’s the deal*
*I will make you a potion
*That will turn you into a human for three days*
*Got that? Three days*
*Now listen, this is important-
*Before the sun sets on the third day*
*You’ve got to get dear old princie to fall in love with you*
*That is, he’s got to kiss you*
*If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day*
*You will remain human, permanently*
*But, if he doesn’t, you turn back into a mermaid*
*And you belong, to me!*
Sebastian
*No ariel!*
(Muffled)
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]
[Life’s full of tough choices, inn’nt it?]
[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, your voice]
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 thing 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
Beluga, sevruga, come winds
Of the Caspian Sea
Larynxes, glacydis, ad max
Laryngitis la voce to me
Ursula
[Now sing.]
aaahhhhhh aaahhhhh aaahhhhh…..
Ursula
[Keep singing!]
