الأغاني: Soundtrack Artists. 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. It's what I live
for, to help unfortunate merfolk, like yourself.
Poor souls! With no one else to turn to...

URSULA
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 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 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: Have we got a deal?
ARIEL: If I become human, I'll never be with my father or
sisters again.
URSULA: But...you have your man. Life's full of tough choices
ain't it. 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.

URSULA: And don't underestimate the importance of body
language! Hah!

URSULA:
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on a lady who's withdrawn.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.
Its 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.

Paluga, sarruga, the winds of the Caspian Sea.
Now rings us glossitis and max laryngitis,
La voce to me!

URSULA: Now...sing!
ARIEL: (sings)
URSULA: Keep singing!