Under The Sea
We're steppin' in, we're not steppin' out.
We're now going to step aside, let A*Teens pick up the style.
Ah!
(Show them it!)
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about goin' 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 are 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're devoting full time to floating
Under the sea
(Huh, we're gonna make it so watch out!)
Down here all the fish are happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They're sad 'cause they're in their bowl
The fish in the bowl are lucky
They're in for a worser fate
One day when the boss gets hungry
Guess who's goin' be on the plate?
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We're what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we're off the hook
We got no troubles life is the bubbles
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
Since life is sweet here
We've got the beat here
Naturally (naturally)
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge an' start to play
We got the spirit, you got to hear it
Under the sea (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 the soul
(C'mon yeah)
They ray he can play
The ling's 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
Under the sea
Take it from me
We're what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we're off the hook
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles
Under the sea
Under the sea (under the sea)
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's how to jam here
Under the sea (under the sea)
Each little slug here, cutting a rug here
Under the sea (under the sea, uh)
Each little snail here, know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter under the water
Yeah, we in luck here, down in the muck here
Under the sea
(Woo!)
We're now going to step aside, let A*Teens pick up the style.
Ah!
(Show them it!)
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about goin' 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 are 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're devoting full time to floating
Under the sea
(Huh, we're gonna make it so watch out!)
Down here all the fish are happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They're sad 'cause they're in their bowl
The fish in the bowl are lucky
They're in for a worser fate
One day when the boss gets hungry
Guess who's goin' be on the plate?
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us
In fricassee
We're what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we're off the hook
We got no troubles life is the bubbles
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
Since life is sweet here
We've got the beat here
Naturally (naturally)
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge an' start to play
We got the spirit, you got to hear it
Under the sea (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 the soul
(C'mon yeah)
They ray he can play
The ling's 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
Under the sea
Take it from me
We're what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we're off the hook
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles
Under the sea
Under the sea (under the sea)
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's how to jam here
Under the sea (under the sea)
Each little slug here, cutting a rug here
Under the sea (under the sea, uh)
Each little snail here, know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter under the water
Yeah, we in luck here, down in the muck here
Under the sea
(Woo!)
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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