My dear, sweet child--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, the 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 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 ol' princey to kiss you. If you do, you'll stay human forever. And if I don't? Nothing drastic, darling, I'm sure. . . Oh, look--small print: "Your soul is mine forever, and you're doomed to spend eternity in my watery, hell-soaked lair." Lawyers! Don't you just love 'em? Of course, there is one more thing. . . my fee. But I don't have anything! I'm not askin' for much, Only. . . your voice. My voice? But if I give away my voice, how can I ever-- You'll have your looks. . . your pretty face. . . and don't underestimate the power of body language! 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 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that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady who's withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man Come on you poor unfortunate soul Go ahead!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 Go ahead and sign the scroll! Flotsam, Jetsam--now I've got her, boys The boss is on a roll You poor unfortunate soul! Beluga, sevruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea. . . Larynxes, glaucitis, ad max laryngitis, la voce to me! Now, sing! Sing your voice over to me! Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah... Sing and keep singing! . . .ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah... Now swim, swim, swim! Swim for your life, human child! Ha ha ha. . .
[00:00.82]My dear, sweet child--it's what I live for: to help unfortunate merfolk like yourself. [00:09.80]Poor souls with no one else to turn to. . . [00:13.80]I admit that in the past I've been a nasty [00:17.14]They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch [00:20.65]But you'll find that nowadays [00:22.19]I've mended all my ways [00:23.90]Repented, seen the light, and made a switch [00:26.73]True? Yes. [00:29.17]And I fortunately know a little magic [00:32.60]It's a talent that I always have possessed [00:35.94]And here lately, please don't laugh [00:37.69]I use it on behalf [00:39.48]Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed [00:42.16](Pathetic!) [00:44.54]Poor unfortunate souls [00:47.60]In pain, in need [00:50.77]This one longing to be thinner [00:52.62]That one wants to get the girl [00:54.29]And do I help them? [00:55.23]Yes, indeed! [00:57.67]Those poor unfortunate souls [01:00.78]So sad, so true [01:04.14]They come flocking to my cauldron [01:05.90]Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" [01:07.44]And I help them [01:09.00]Yes I do! [01:10.93]Now, it's happened once or twice [01:12.40]Someone couldn't pay the price [01:14.13]And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals [01:18.57]Yes, I've had the odd complaint [01:20.53]But on the whole I've been a saint [01:23.53]To those poor unfortunate souls [01:28.80]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 ol' princey to kiss you. If you do, you'll stay human forever. [01:48.23]And if I don't? [01:49.16]Nothing drastic, darling, I'm sure. . . Oh, look--small print: "Your soul is mine forever, and you're doomed to spend eternity in my watery, hell-soaked lair." Lawyers! Don't you just love 'em? Of course, there is one more thing. . . my fee. [02:07.58]But I don't have anything! [02:08.95]I'm not askin' for much, Only. . . your voice. [02:13.91]My voice? But if I give away my voice, how can I ever-- [02:18.24]You'll have your looks. . . your pretty face. . . and don't underestimate the power of body language! [02:28.88]The men up there don't like a lot of blabber [02:32.11]They think a girl who gossips is a bore! [02:35.15]Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word [02:37.92]And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for? [02:40.80]Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation [02:44.31]True gentlemen avoid it when they can [02:47.36]But they dote and swoon and fawn [02:49.21]On a lady who's withdrawn [02:50.68]It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man [02:53.81]Come on you poor unfortunate soul [02:58.78]Go ahead! [03:00.56]Make your choice! [03:02.47]I'm a very busy woman [03:03.90]And I haven't got all day [03:05.69]It won't cost much [03:06.84]Just your voice! [03:09.30]You poor unfortunate soul [03:11.80]It's sad, but true [03:15.10]If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet [03:17.10]You've got the pay the toll [03:18.31]Take a gulp and take a breath [03:19.66]Go ahead and sign the scroll! [03:21.51]Flotsam, Jetsam--now I've got her, boys [03:23.83]The boss is on a roll [03:27.48]You poor unfortunate soul! [03:46.60]Beluga, sevruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea. . . [03:54.71]Larynxes, glaucitis, ad max laryngitis, la voce to me! [04:03.59]Now, sing! Sing your voice over to me! [04:06.48]Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah... [04:15.58]Sing and keep singing! [04:20.24]. . .ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah... [04:28.86]Now swim, swim, swim! Swim for your life, human child! [04:36.72]Ha ha ha. . .
