[The only way to get what you want] [Is to become a human yourself]
[Can you do that?]
[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
And I fortunately know a little magic It's a talent that I always have possesed 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 want 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?]
[If I become human] [I'll never be with my father or sisters again]
[But you'll have your man] [Life's full of tough choices, inn'nt it?] [Oh, and there is one more thing] [We haven't discussed the subject of payment]
[But I don't have any..]
[I'm not asking much, just a token] [Really, a trifle] [What I want from you is, your voice]
[But without my voice, how can I..]
[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 thing 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that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady who's withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue Who gets her man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 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 Larynxes, glacydis, ad max Laryngitis la voce to me
[Now sing. Keep singing!] Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
