I don't own Harry Potter or Poor Unfortunate Souls... Harry Potter belongs to Joanne K. Rowling and Poor Unfortunate Souls belongs to the Little Mermaid Soundtrack...
Poor Unfortunate Souls
CHARLES
It
seems to be that Pierce is being sent stateside…
B.J.
What
will we do without him?
CHARLES
My dear, Hunnicutt.
It's not what we will do. It's the people of Maine.
I would
aid unsuspecting women and others.
Poor souls who don't see as I
do.
I admit that I can be rather nasty
Yes I'm pompous,
blue-blooded, a snob
But compare me to Pierce
And my anger is
fierce
Because that cretin cannot e'er shut his gob
And I
know culture and classical music
And I've hands that make a
scalpel sing
And in fact, let's be fair
It is time you're
aware
Compared to him, I know everything!
Poor
unfortunate souls
In Maine, unwary
This one blonde and
slinky
This one brunette sans compare
And will he bed them?
So
fast, it's scary.
Those poor unfortunate souls
Unaware, it's
true
That they face the rapier wit
Of a child, not a man
Who
is simply
Without a clue…
Now it's happened once or
twice
In this camp full of lice
That I understood that idiot
cretin's goals
Yes he's got some great talents
But that is
scarcely a balance
For those poor unfortunate souls
Can't you see?
B.J.
I'll still miss Hawk, and he will
always be my best friend.
CHARLES
I'm sure Pierce
thought the same of Trapper and then met you the very same day.
I
wouldn't find worry, were I you.
You will find a new pal, right
away…
B.J.
But I don't have-
CHARLES
Pierce's
luck? Oh please… The man is curse incarnate
With a wit so full
of holes that it might as well be swiss cheese.
B.J.
But
without my friend, how can I-
CHARLES
You'll have
your joke, your cheesy grin.
And don't underestimate the
importance of your working conditions, ha!
The men here become
a band of brothers
Bound together in a solid core!
I know
without a doubt, that almost any old lout
Will be the new friend
you are waiting for!
Come on, have a little more consideration
On
the people who will be suffering that man
He'll begin the
exploitation
Of every woman in the nation
The very moment his
plane strikes land!
Pity those poor unfortunate souls
To
the east!
Of this hell!
We are very busy surgeons, but at least
we're far away
From the State of Maine
Where he dwells!
Those
poor unfortunate souls
Without, a clue
They just cannot even
guess
What is coming on the plane
A cretin to the last
Who
is quite a bit insane
The ladies best watch out
Or he will
become their bane
Those poor unfortunate souls!!!