When I was three, my nurse told me, About reincarnation, And ever since, I’ve been convinced, Thrilled with anticipation, That when I leave this earth, It makes my heart feel warm, To know that I’ll return, In some other form,
But I don’t want to be a tree, Sticking in the ground, I’d sooner be a flea, I don’t want to be a flower, Waiting by the hour, Hoping for pollens to alight on me, So when I cease to be, I want to go back I want to go back, I want to go back to the sea,
Oh for the life of a sardine, That is the life for me, Cavorting and spawning every morning, Under the deep blue sea, To have no fear for storm or gale, Oh to chase the tail of a whale, Oh for the life of a sardine, That is the life for me,
When I’m a fish, It is my wish, For lots of recreation, To drink my fill up to the gill, With no intoxication, I want fun in the sea, Not in this world of strife, With its morality, Give me the animal life,
But I don’t want to be carrot, Sticking in the ground, I ‘d rather be a maggot, Life without a will, Would surely make me ill,
To get a little action, I’d even be a pill, So when I cease to be, I want to go back I want to go back, I want to go back to the sea,
Oh, for the life of a sardine, That is the life for me, Cavorting and spawning every morning, Under the deep blue sea, To have no fear of a fisherman’s net, Oh what fun to be gay and all wet, Oh for the life under the sea, That is the life for me