"Fathoms Below"
"Main Titles"
"Fanfare"
"Daughters of Triton"
"Part of Your World"
"Under the Sea"
"Part of Your World" (Reprise)
"Poor Unfortunate Souls"
"Les Poissons"
"Kiss the Girl"
"Fireworks"
"Jig"
"The Storm"
"Destruction of the Grotto"
"Flotsam and Jetsam"
"Tour of the Kingdom"
"Bedtime"
"Wedding Announcement"
"Eric to the Rescue"
"Happy Ending"
Heave ho.
Heave ho.
Heave ho,
Heave ho,
Heave ho,
In mysterious fathoms below
I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.
I've got whosits and whatsits galore.
You want thingamabobs? I got twenty.
But who cares? No big deal. I want more...
I want to be where the people are
I want to see, want to see them dancing, walking around on those —
What do ya call them? Oh. Feet.
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far.
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin', strollin' along down the —
What's that word again? Street.
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun, wanderin' free
Wish I could be, part of that world
What would I give
If I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day warm on the sand?
Betcha on land they understand,
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters.
Bright young women, sick of swimmin'.
Ready to stand...
I'm ready to know what the people know.
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers.
What's a fire and why does it — what's the word? — burn?
When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love,
Love to explore that shore up above?
Out of the sea, oh ah. Wish I could be,
Part of that world.
Under the sea, under the sea.
Darling, it's better
Down where it's wetter,
Take it from me.
Up on the shore they work all day.
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin' full time to floatin'
Under the sea.
Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll.
The fish on the land ain't happy.
They sad 'cause they in the bowl.
But fish in the bowl is lucky,
They in for a worser fate.
One day when the boss get hungry,
[Fish:]
Guess who's gon' be on the plate?
[Sebastian:]
Oh, no!
Under the sea, under the sea,
Nobody beat us, fry us, and eat us
In fracassee.
We what the land folks loves to cook.
Under the sea, we off the hook.
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles
Under the sea. (Under the sea)
Under the sea. (Under the sea)
Since life is sweet here,
We got the beat here naturally (Naturally)
Even the sturgeon and the ray,
They get the urge and start to play.
We got the spirit, you got to hear it,
Under the sea.
The newt play the flute,
The carp play the harp,
The plaice play the bass,
And they soundin' sharp.
The bass play the brass,
The chub play the tub,
The fluke is the duke of soul.
[Fish:]
Yeah.
[Sebastian:]
The ray, he can play.
The lings on the strings,
The trout rockin' out,
The blackfish, she sings,
The smelt and the sprat,
They know where it's at,
And oh, that blowfish blow!
Yeah, under the sea (Under the sea)
Under the sea (Under the sea)
When the sardine begin the beguine,
It's music to me. (It's music to me)
What do they got? A lot of sand!
We got a hot crustacean band!
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here
Under the sea.
Each little slug here
Cutting a rug here
Under the sea.
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here.
That's why it's hotter
Under the water.
Yeah, we in luck here
Down in the much here
Under the sea!
Where we would walk?
Where would we run?
If we could stay all day in the sun,
Just you and me
And I could be
Part of your world.
I don't know when,
I don't know how,
But I know something's starting right now.
Watch and you'll see.
Someday I'll be
Part of your world.
[sung:]
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 dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the 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 across the coals.
Yes, I've had the odd complaint,
But on the whole, I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls.
[Ursula, spoken:]
Have we got a deal?
[Ariel, spoken:]
If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again.
[Ursula:]
But you'll have your man.
Life's full of tough choices, isn't it?
Oh, and there is one more thing.
We haven't discussed the subject of payment.
[Ariel:]
But I don't have —
[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!
[Ursula, sung:]
The men up there don't like a lot of blabber!
They think a girl who gossips is a bore.
Yet 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 the bridge, my sweet,
You've got the 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!
[Ariel:]
Aa-aa-aah, a-aa-aah
[Ursula:]
Keep singing!
[Ariel:]
Aa-aa-aah, a-aa-aah
First I cut off their heads,
Zen I pull out their bones.
Ah, mais oui, ça see'est toujours delish.
Les poissons, les poissons,
Hee hee hee, haw haw haw.
With the cleaver, I hack them in two.
I pull out what's inside,
And I serve it up fried.
God, I love little fishes, don't you?
Here's something for tempting the palate,
Prepared in the classic technique.
First you pound the fish flat with a mallet,
Then you slash through the skin,
Give the the belly a slice,
Then you rub some salt in,
'Cause that makes it taste nice.
Zut alors! I have missed one!
Sacre bleu, what is zis?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet, little succulent crab?
Quelle dommage! What a loss!
Here we go, in the sauce!
And some flour, I think just a dab.
Then I stuff you with bread.
It don't hurt, 'cause you're dead!
And you're certainly lucky, you are.
'Cause it's gonna be hot,
In my big silver pot.
Tout à l'heure, mon poisson!
Au revoir!
[sung:]
There you see her,
Sitting there across the way.
She don't got a lot to say,
But there's something about her.
And you don't know why,
But you're dyin' to try,
You wanna kiss the girl.
Yes, you want her.
Look at her, you know you do.
It's possible she wants you too.
There is one way to ask her.
It don't take a word, not a single word.
Go on and kiss the girl.
Sing with me now:
Sha la la la la la
My, oh, my, look like the boy too shy,
Ain't gonna kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad, ain't it a shame?
Too bad, he gonna miss the girl.
Now's your moment,
Floating in a blue lagoon.
Boy, you better do it soon.
No time will be better.
She don't say a word,
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la
Don't be scared, you got the mood prepared.
Go on and kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now, don't try to hide it how.
You wanna kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la
Float along and listen to the song
The song say "Kiss the girl."
Sha la la la la
Music play, do what the music say
You've got to kiss the girl.
You've got to kiss the girl.
You wanna kiss the girl.
You've gotta kiss the girl.
Go on and kiss the girl.