Un Gran Tipo Gastón Lyrics & Chords By Alan Menken & Howard Ashman

URSULA: My dear, sweet child. That's what I do. It's what I live for. To help unfortunate merfolk like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to. I admit that in the past...read more

when the earth was young and the air was sweet and the mountains kissed the sky and the great beyond with its many pasts man and nature lived side by side and this...read more

If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history, been there, done that. [(chorus)Who d'you...read more

Come my little friends, as we all sing a happy little working song Merry little voices clear and strong Come and roll your sleeves up, so to speak, and pitch in Cleaning crud up in...read more

Is it the clumpy way he walks? Or the grumpy way he talks? Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet? And though we know he washes well, he always ends up sorta...read more