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 around 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 be boating full time to floating under the sea. Down you are, 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 worse fate. One day when the boss get hungry, yes you gon' be on the plate. Under the sea, under the sea. Nobody beat us, fires and eat us in free cuisine. We working land folks loves to cook. Under the sea we have to hook up. We got no troubles, life is the bubbles under the sea. Under the sea. Under the sea. Since life is sweet here, we got to be here naturally. Even the sturgeon and the ray, they get the earth and 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 place play the bass and the sound. The chub the bass play the brass, the chub play the tub. The flute is the duke of soul. The lake he can play the legs of the strings, the chub rocking on the black fish. He sings this belt and this front, they know where it's at. They know that blowfish blow. Under the sea, under the sea. Under the sea. Windy, sandy, dingy, dingy, dingy. It's music to me. Music is to me. What do they got? A lot of sand. We got a hot, fast, fishy, young band. Each little clown 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. We all be in luck here, don't we be *** here. Under the sea.