Paroles

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 I help them Yes, I do So prepare for the chance of a lifetime Be prepared for sensational news A shinning new era is tip-toeing nearer (And where do we feature?) Just listen to teacher I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded When at last I am given my dues An injustice deliciously squared Be prepared Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud (E tibit pater) Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than the common vulgar, weak, licensious crowd (Qui a pecavi nimis) Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul (Cogitatione) I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control (Verbo et opere) Like fire, hellfire This fire in my skin This burning desire is turning me to sin No one's slick as Gaston No one's quick as Gaston No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's For there's no one in town half as manly Perfect, a pure paragon You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley And they'll tell ya whose team they'd prefer to be on No one's been like Gaston A king pin like Gaston No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating My, what a guy that Gaston Mother knows best Listen to your mother It's a scary world out there Mother knows best One way or another Something will go wrong, I swear Ruffians, thugs Poison ivy, quicksand Cannibals and snakes, the plague (No!) Yes! (But...) But also large bugs, men with pointy teeth And stop, no more, you'll just upset me Mother's right here Mother will protect you Darling, here's what I suggest Skip the drama, stay with mama Mother knows best Yes Are you ready? (Are you ready?) Are you ready? Transformation central (transformation central) Transformation central (transformation central) Transmodification central Can you feel it? You're changing, you're changing You're changing, alright I hope you're satisfied But if you ain't, don't blame me You can blame my friends on the other side (But you got what you wanted) (But you lost what you had) So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin Just a con, need I go on? Take it from me His personality flaws give me adequate cause To send him packing on a one-way trip So his prospects take a terminal dip His assets frozen, the venue chosen Is the ends of the earth, whoopee So long, ex-prince Ali (Mother knows best) (Friends on the other side) (Poor unfortunate souls) (Be prepared)
Writer(s): Mel Leven, Alan Menken, Elton John, Tim Rice, Howard Ashman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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