Ursula:
The only way to get what you 
want is to [bad word] 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.

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  [bad word]  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 [bad word]  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
But on the whole I've been a saint 
To those poor unfortunate souls 

Have we got a deal? 

Ariel: 
If I [bad word] human, 
I'll never be with my 
father or sisters again. 

Ursula:
But you'll have your man. 
Life's full of tough 
choices, innit? 
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?  [bad word] on, they're not all 
that impressed with conversation  [bad word] 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On a lady who's withdrawn 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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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, [bad word] [bad word] winds of the Caspian Sea.
Now rings us glossitis and max laryngitis,
La voce to me!
Now . . . sing!