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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Melissa McCarthy
Melissa McCarthy
Chant
Gavin Greenaway
Gavin Greenaway
Direction d’orchestre
Halle
Halle
Chant
John Mills
John Mills
Direction d’orchestre
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Howard Ashman
Howard Ashman
Paroles
Michael Kosarin
Michael Kosarin
Arrangement vocal
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Higham
Mike Higham
Production
Alan Menken
Alan Menken
Production
Jennifer Dunnington
Jennifer Dunnington
Ingénierie de montage
Jim Bruening
Jim Bruening
Ingénierie de montage
Timothy Marchiafava
Timothy Marchiafava
Ingénierie de montage
Andrew Dudman
Andrew Dudman
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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 'em
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
So here's the deal, I'll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days
Got that? Three days
Before the sun sets on the third day, you and Princey must share a kiss
And not just any kiss, the kiss of true love
If you do, you will remain human permanently
But if you don't, you'll turn back into a mermaid, and you belong to me
We got a deal?
I don't know
Life's full of tough choices, isn't it?
No, this is wrong, I can't do this
Fine then, forget about the world above
Go back home to daddy and never leave again
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 to pay the toll
Pluck a scale from off your tail
A drop of blood inside the bowl!
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!
Amnesia, glossitis et max laryngitis, la voce to me!
Now sing!
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Keep singing!
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Written by: Alan Menken, Howard Ashman
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