I admit that in the past I′ve been a nasty

They weren't kidding when they called me, well

A witchBut 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 ′em?

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, ah

(So here's the deal)

(I′ll whip up a little potion to make you human for three days)

(Got that? Three days)

(Before the sun sets on the third day, you and princey must share a kiss)

(And not just any kiss: the kiss of true love)

(If you do, you will remain human permanently)

(But if you don′t, you'll turn back into a mermaid, and you belong to me)

(We got a deal?)

(I don′t know)

(Life's full of tough choices, in′it?)

(No, this is wrong. I can't do this)

(Fine then, forget about the world above)

(Go back home to daddy and never leave again)

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 to pay the toll

Pluck a scale from off your tail

A drop of blood inside the bowl!

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!

Amnesia, glossitis et max laryngitis, la voce to me!

Now sing!

Keep singing!