Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime
Be prepared for sensational news
A shining new era is tip-toeing nearer (And where do we feature?)
Just listen to teacher
I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded
When at last I am given my dues
And injustice, deliciously square
Be prepared
[Verse 3]
Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue, I am justly proud (Et tibi pater)
Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than
The common vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (Quia pecavi nimis)
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there?
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (Cogitatione)
I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me, out of all control (Verbo et opere)
Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire is turning me to sin
[Verse 4]
No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston's
For there's no one in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on
No one's been like Gaston, a king pin like Gaston
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating
My, what a guy, that Gaston
[Verse 5]
Mother knows best, listen to your mother
It's a scary world out there (Very scary)
Mother knows best, one way or another
Something will go wrong, I swear
Ruffians, thugs, poison ivy, quicksand
Cannibals and snakes, the plague (No) Yes (But)
Also large bugs, men with pointy teeth and
Stop, no more, you'll just upset me
Mother's right here, mother will protect you
Darling, here's what I suggest
Skip the drama, stay with mama
Mother knows best
[Verse 6]
Yes
Are you ready? (Are you ready?) Are you ready?
Transformation central
(Transformation central)
Transformation central
(Transformation central)
Transmodification central, can you feel it?
You're changing, you're changing, you're changing alright
I hope you're satisfied
But if you ain't, don't blame me
You can blame my friends on the other side (But you got what you wanted)
(But you lost what you had)
[Verse 7]
So Ali turns out to be merely Aladdin
Just a con, need I go on? Take it from me
His personality flaws give me adequate cause
To send him packing on a one-way trip
So his prospects take a terminal dip
His assets frozen, the venue chosen
Is the ends of the earth, whoopee
So long, ex-prince Ali (Mother knows best)
(Friends on the other side)
(Poor, unfortunate souls)
(Be prepared)
Written by: Alan Menken, Elton John, Howard Ashman, Mel Leven, Tim Rice
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