Ursula (spoken):    The only way to get what you want...   ...is to become a human yourself!       Ariel:    (Gasps with excitement) Can you do that?       Ursula:    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...       (singing) 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 dear lady, 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 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       Ursula (spoken) :   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. (laughs slyly)   Life's full of tough choices, i'nnit? (laughs slyly)   Oh!   And there is, one, more, thing!   We haven't discussed the subject of payment.       Ariel: But I don't have any -       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with conversation    True gentlemen avoid it when they can    But they dote and swoon and fawn    On a lady who's withdrawn    It's she who holds her tongue who gets her man       Come on, you poor unfortunate soul    Go ahead!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   Larengix glaucitis   Et max laryngitis   La voce to me      Now, sing!      ARIEL   Aah...      Keep singing!