Lyrics: Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
Music: Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
Poor child
Poor sweet child
Who, who are you
Don't be scared
We represent someone who can help
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 (poor unfortunate souls)
In pain, in need (in need)
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
Do I help them?
Yes, indeed (Yes, indeed)
Those poor unfortunate souls (poor unfortunate souls)
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!"
Do I help them?
Yes I do
Oh, but there is one more thing
We haven't discussed the subject of payment
But I don't have-
I'm not asking much
What I want from you is - your voice
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 (poor unfortunate soul)
Beluga sevruga
Come winds of the Caspian Sea
Larengix glaucitis
Et max laryngitis
La voce to me
Aah...
Keep singing!
Hahahaha...