Poor Unfortunate Souls (From “The Little Mermaid”) Songtext
von PelleK

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
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


Have we got a deal?
If I become human, I′ll never be with my father or sisters again
But, you′ll have your man
Life's full of tough choices
Oh, and there is one more thing
We haven′t discussed the subject of payment
But I don't have
I′m not asking much
Just a token, really, a trifle
What I want from you is your voice
But without my voice, how can I
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 blabbers
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On a lady who′s withdrawn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 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 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
Ah-ah-ah-ah...
Keep singing
Ah-ah-ah-ah...