[URSULA]
When daddy dear was floating on his deathbed
He divvied up the kingdom into two
I got his magic shell
And half the sea as well
His trident went to--

(spoken)
You know who his trident went to--don't you, babies!

(sung)
My reign--why, it was blissfully delicious!
And glamour, glitz and style were au courante
Did I use some black magic?
Well, oopsie--my bad!
Did I mutilate, maim and destroy?
Just a tad!
And for that, I get banished!
But me, I'm not mad
There's just one little thing that I want...
Just one teensy thing that I want:

I want the good times back!
I want those grand ol' days!
I want the twisted nights
The sick delights
The wild soirees!
I want those trembling crowds of shellfish
Cracked and peeled for me to dine
Not because I'm mean or selfish--
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