Maybe he’s right. 
Maybe there is something the metter with me. 
I just don’t see how a world that, 
That makes such wonderful things...could be bad. 

Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat? 
Wouldn’t she think my [bad word]  
Wouldn’t she think I’m the girl 
Girl who has evrything? 

Look at this trove, treasures untold 
How many wonders can one cavern hold? 
Looking around here, you’d think 
Sure, she’s got evrything 

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty 
I’ve got who’s-its and what’s-its galore 
He want thing-a-ma-bobs? 
I’ve got twenty 
But who cares? No big deal 
I want more 

I wanna be where the people are 
I wanna see, wanna see I’m dancing 
Walking around on those 
Whaddya call ‘em? Oh, feet 

Flipping your fins, you don’t get too far 
Legs are required for jumping, dancing 
Stolling along down the 
What’s that word again? Street 

Up where they walk, up where [bad word] 
Up where they stay all day in the sun 
Wandering free, wish I could be 
Part of that world 

What I would give if I could live 
Out of these waters 
What I would pay to spend a day 
Warm on the sand 

Betcha on land they understand 
Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters 
Bright young women sick of swimming 
Ready to stand 

And ready to know what the people know 
Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers 
What’s a fire? and why does it 
What’s that word Burn? 

When’s it my turn? 
Wouldn’t I love, love to explore 
That shore up above, out of the sea 
Wish I could be 
Part of that world