Under the Sea

We're steppin' in, we're not steppin' out.

We're now going to step aside, let A*Teens pick up the style.

Ah!

(Show them it!)

The seaweed is always greener

In somebody else's lake

You dream about goin' up there

But that is a big mistake

Just look at the world around you

Right here on the ocean floor

Such wonderful things surround you

What more are you lookin' for?

Under the sea, under the sea

Darling it's better

Down where it's wetter

Take it from me

Up on the shore they work all day

Out in the sun they slave away

While we're devoting full time to floating

Under the sea

(Huh, we're gonna make it so watch out!)

Down here all the fish are happy

As off through the waves they roll

The fish on the land ain't happy

They're sad 'cause they're in their bowl

The fish in the bowl are lucky

They're in for a worser fate

One day when the boss gets hungry

Guess who's goin' be on the plate?

Under the sea, under the sea

Nobody beat us

Fry us and eat us

In fricassee

We're what the land folks love to cook

Under the sea we're off the hook

We got no troubles life is the bubbles

Under the sea (under the sea)

Under the sea (under the sea)

Since life is sweet here

We've got the beat here

Naturally (naturally)

Even the sturgeon an' the ray

They get the urge an' start to play

We got the spirit, you got to hear it

Under the sea (under the sea)

The newt play the flute

The carp play the harp

The plaice play the bass

And they soundin' sharp

The bass play the brass

The chub play the tub

The fluke is the duke of the soul

(C'mon yeah)

They ray he can play

The ling's on the strings

The trout rockin' out

The blackfish she sings

The smelt and the sprat

They know where it's at

An' oh, that blowfish blow

Under the sea

Under the sea

Under the sea

Take it from me

We're what the land folks love to cook

Under the sea we're off the hook

We got no troubles, life is the bubbles

Under the sea

Under the sea (under the sea)

Under the sea (under the sea)

When the sardine

Begin the beguine

It's music to me

What do they got, a lot of sand?

We got a hot crustacean band

Each little clam here, know's how to jam here

Under the sea (under the sea)

Each little slug here, cutting a rug here

Under the sea (under the sea, uh)

Each little snail here, know how to wail here

That's why it's hotter under the water

Yeah, we in luck here, down in the muck here

Under the sea

(Woo!)