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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."
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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?
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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...
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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're in for a worser fate One day when the boss get hungry Guess who goin' be on the plate?
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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 Since life is sweet here, we got the beat here Naturally (naturally-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
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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 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!
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Yeah, 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've got a hot crustacean band Each little clam here know how to jam here under the sea Each little slug here cutting a rag 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
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