Poor Unfortunate Souls

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! That's what I live for! To help unfortunate young 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 you lady 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! It's sad, but true! They come flockig to my cauldron, crying "Spells, Ursula, please!" And I help them, yes indeed. Now it's happened once or twice, Someone couldn't pay their 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 is full of tough choices, innit? Oh, and there is one more thing - We haven't discussed the subject of payment! ARIEL: But I don't have- 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 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? Come on! They're not all that impressed with conversation! True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn For a lady who's withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man Come on, you poor unfortunate soul!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 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 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 Larynxis Glossitis and Max Laryngitis La Voce to me! Now... Sing! (ARIEL vocalising)