full time to floatin'
under the sea
down here all the fish is happy
as off through the waves they roll
the fish on the land ain't happy
they sad 'cause they in their bowl
but fish in the bowl is lucky
they in for a worser fate
one day when the boss get hungry
guess who's gon' be on the plate
under the sea
under the sea
nobody beat us
fry us and eat us
in fricassee
we what the land folks loves to cook
under the sea we off the hook
we got no troubles
life is the bubbles
under the sea
under the sea
since life is sweet here
we got the beat here
naturally
even the sturgeon an' the ray
they get the urge 'n' 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 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 rockin' out
the blackfish she sings
the smelt and the sprat
they know where it's at
an' oh that blowfish blow
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
