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 To this
And I fortunately know a little magic It's a talent that I always have possessed And dear 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 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
(...) 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 Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word And after all dear, what is idle babble 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that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On a lady who's withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man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 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 the 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
Je n'ai pas toujours été gentille et sincère J'ai vraiment mérité le nom de sorcière Mais vous verrez qu'aujourd'hui, je suis bonne avec autrui Repentie j'ai voulu faire marche arrière
Oui ? Oui
Il est vrai que je connais un peu de magie C'est un talent que j'ai toujours possédé Qu'aujourd'hui par bonté d'âme, j'ai mis, je le proclame Au service de tous les cas désespérés
Pathétique
Pauvres âmes en perdition En mal de tout Cette âme-là rêve d'être un squelette Celle-ci cherche une amourette Et moi qu'est-ce que je dis ? Je dis oui
Toutes ces âmes en perdition En mal de tout Elles débarquent dans mes chaudrons En braillant, Ursula sauve-nous Et moi j'accepte, quelle question
Il est tout de même arrivé Que l'une ne puisse pas payer Et que j'avoue l'avoir fait frire, sans compassion
C'est vrai que j'ai eu des plaintes Mais tous comptes faits, je suis une Sainte Pour toutes les âmes en perdition
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