Written-By – Richard Starkey Additional Text – H.P. Lovecraft
I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus' garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus' garden with me I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade.
We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed In an octopus' garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around Because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade
There was a mighty eddying and foaming in the noisome brine, and as the steam mounted higher and higher the vessel drove head on against the pursuing jelly which rose above the unclean froth like the stern of a daemon galleon. The awful squid-head with writhing feelers came nearly up to the bowsprit of the sturdy yacht. There was a bursting as of an exploding bladder, a slushy nastiness as of a cloven sunfish, a stench as of a thousand opened graves, and a sound that the chronicler would not put on paper. For an instant the ship was befouled by an acrid and blinding green cloud, and then there was only a venomous seething astern; where the scattered plasticity of that nameless sky-spawn was nebulously recombining in its hateful original form, whilst its distance widened every second as the Alert gained impetus from its mounting steam.
We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe
We would be so happy you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden with you. In an octopus' garden near a cave. In an octopus' garden with you.