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 everything?

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

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