(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 collection’s complete? 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 they run 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