Poor unfortunate souls And they'll tell you whose team they'd

In pain, in need prefer to be on

This one longing to be thinner No one's been like Gaston
That one wants to get the girl A kingpin like Gaston
And do I help them? No one's got a swell cleft in his chin
Yes, indeed like Gaston
Those poor unfortunate souls As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating
So sad, so true My, what a guy, that Gaston
They come flocking to my cauldron Mother knows best
Crying, "Spells, Ursula, please!" Mother knows best
And I help them …Yes I do Listen to your mother
So prepare for a chance of a lifetime It's a scary world out there
Be prepared for sensational news Mother knows best
A shining new era One way or another
Is tiptoeing nearer Something will go wrong, I swear
And where do we feature? Ruffians, thugs
Just listen to teacher Poison ivy, quicksand
I know it sounds sordid Cannibals and snakes
But you'll be rewarded The plague
When at last I am given my dues No! Yes!
And injustice deliciously squared Also large bugs
Be prepared! Men with pointy teeth, and
Beata Maria, you know I am a Stop, no more, you'll just upset me
righteous man Mother's right here
Of my virtue I am justly proud Mother will protect you
Et tibit Pater Darling, here's what I suggest
Beata Maria, you know I'm so much Skip the drama
purer than Stay with mama
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious Mama knows best
crowd Are you ready? X3
Quia peccavi nimis Transformation central!
Then tell me, Maria, why I see her Transformation central!
dancing there? Transmogrification central!
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch Can you feel it?
my soul You're changin'
Cogitatione You're changin'
I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in You're changin', all right!
her raven hair I hope you're satisfied
Is blazing in me out of all control But if you ain't
Verbo et opere Don't blame me!!
Like fire, Hellfire You can blame my friends on the other
This fire in my skin side!
This burning desire But You got what you wanted!
Is turning me to sin But you lost what you had!
No one's slick as Gaston So Ali
No one's quick as Gaston Turns out to be
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Merely Aladdin
Gaston Just a con
For there's no man in town half as Need I go on?
manly Take it from me
Perfect, a pure paragon! His personality flaws
You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley 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
It's the end of the world, whoopee!
So long, ex-prince Ali