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 cleaner than somebody else's legs. You dream about going up there, but daddy's taking you mistakenly. Just look at the world now, don't you? Right here on the ocean floor. That wonderful thing's there, don't you? What more is you looking 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. Hey! The youth play the flute, the cock play the harp, the bass play the bass. And they sound and shout. The bats play the flute. The toads play the toad. The fluke is the duke of soul, yeah. The whaling king can play the lynx on the stream. The trout rocking out, the blackfish they sink. The smelt and the sprat, they know where it's at. And all that bluefish blows. Under the sea, under the sea. When the sardine begin to be keen, it's music to me. What do they got a lot of sand? We got a half a stray sea and band. Each little snail, you know, has a whale. And that's why it's hot, under the water. Yeah, we in luck here, down in the muck here, under the sea.