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(Ariel, listen to me. The human world, it's a mess.
Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there.)

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're devoting full time to floating
Under the sea, ha ha...

Down here all the fish is happy              As after the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain't happy             They sad 'cause they in the bowl!
But fish in the bowl is lucky                   They in for a worser fate
One day when the boss get hungry        Guess who goin' be on the plate?

Wo-no, under the sea                           Under the sea
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us          In frickazee
We what the land folks loves to cook     Under the sea we off the hook
We've 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 got the beat here
Naturally (naturally-ee-ee-ee)                 Even the sturgeon and the ray
They get the urge and start to play           We've got the spirit, you've got to hear it
Under the sea

The lute 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 acting out                                The blackfish he sings
The smelt and the sprat                          They know where it's at
And oh, that blowfish blow!

Yeah, under the sea                               Under the sea
When the sardine begin the beguine        It's music to me (music is to me)
What do they got, a lot of sand?             We've got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here know how to jam here
Under the sea                                        

Each little slug here cutting a rug here
Under the sea
Each little snail here know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter under the water
Yeah, we in luck here down under the muck here
Under the sea