The seaweed is always greener
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 arround you
What more are you looking for
Under the sea, under the sea
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves day roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They're sad 'cause they in a bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They're in for a worser fate
One day when the boss gets hungry
Guess whos goin on the plate (uh-oh)
Under the sea, under the sea
Fry us and eat us in fricasee
We what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles life is the bubbles
Under the sea, under the sea
We got the beat here naturally
Even the strugeon and the ray
They get the urge and start to play
You got to hear it under the sea
And they're soundin sharp.
The fluke is the duke of soul
And Oh. That blowfish blow
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
Begin the beguine it's music to me
What do they got, a lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Know how to jam here under the sea
Cutin a rug here under the sea
That's why it's hotter under the water
Down in the muck here under the sea!!