[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 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
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
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, isn’t 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, merely 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 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?
C’mon they’re not all that impressed with conversation
Two 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But they dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who’s withdrawn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
C’mon 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
Larengix glaucitis
Et max laryngitis
La voce to me
Now, sing!
[ARIEL]
Aah…
[URSULA]
Keep singing!