Poor Unfortunate Souls - Remastered 2014

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 For a lady who's withdrawn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)