Poor Unfortunate Souls

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

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

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

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

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

Poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true

They come flocking to my cauldron

Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!"

And I help them

Yes, I do

♪

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?

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On a lady who's withdrawn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, come on, y'all

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

Poor unfortunate soul, it's sad (so sad) but true

If you want to cross the bridge

You've got to pay the toll

Take a gulp and take a breath

And go ahead

(C'mon y'all)

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

(C'mon y'all)

Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need

They come flocking to my cauldron

Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!"

And I help them

Yes I do (yes I do)