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Narration
(Maybe he's right Maybe there's something to matter with me. I just don't see- how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad...) Look at this stuff Isn’t it neat? Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl The girl who has ev’rything? Look at this trove Treasures untold How many wonders can one cavern hold? Lookin’ around here you’d think (Sure) she’s got everything I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore (You want thingamabobs? I got twenty) But who cares? No big deal I want more I wanna be where the people are I wanna see Wanna see ’em dancin’ Walkin’ around on those (Whad’ya call ’em?) oh - feet Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’ Strollin’ along down a (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 Outta these waters? What would I pay To spend a day Warm on the sand? Betcha on land They understand but they don’t reprimand their daughters Bright young women Sick o’ swimmin’ Ready to stand And 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 above? out of the sea Wish I could be Part of that world... |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:29 |
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| 4. |
| 2:43 |
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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 dying to try You wanna kiss the girl Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do Possible she wants you to There is one way to ask her It don’t take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the girl 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 la, the music play Do what the music say You gotta kiss the girl You’ve gotta kiss the girl You wanna kiss the girl You’ve gotta kiss the girl Go on and kiss the girl |
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| 2:00 |
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| 7. |
| 2:21 |
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| 8. |
| 3:13 |
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The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else′s lake You dream about going up there But that is a big mistake Just look at the world around you Right here on the ocean floor Such wonderful things surround you What more is you lookin′ for? 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 their bowl But fish in the bowl is lucky They in for a worser fate One day when the boss get hungry Guess who′s gon′ be on the plate Under the sea Under the sea Nobody beat us Fry us and eat us In fricassee 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 Since life is sweet here We got the beat here Naturally Even the sturgeon an′ the ray They get the urge ′n′ 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 (Yeah) 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 An′ oh that blowfish blow Under the sea Under the sea When the sardine Begin the beguine 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 Cuttin′ a rug here Under the sea Each little snail here Know how to wail here That′s why it′s hotter Under the water Ya we in luck here Down in the muck here Under the sea |
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