maybe he’s right,
maybe there is something the matter with me
i just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things
could be bad…
look at this stuff…
isn’t it neat?
wouldn’t you think my collections complete?
wouldn’t you think, i’m the girl,
the girl who has, everything.
look at this trove,
how many wonders can one cavern hold?
looking around here you’d think,
sure, she’s got everything…
i’ve got gadgets and gizmo’s a-plenty,
i’ve whoozit’s and whatzit’s galore,
you want thingamabobs?
i got 20!
but who cares,
no big deal,
i want mooore!
i wanna be where the people are,
i wanna see,
wanna see ’em dancin’
walkin’ around on those,
what d’ya call ’em,
flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far,
legs are required for jumpin’, dancin,
strollin’ along down the,
what’s that word again?
up where they walk,
up where they run,
up where they stay all day in the sun,
wanderin’ free, wish i could be part of that world.
what would i give, if i could live,
out of these waters?
what would i pay to spend a day,
warm on the sand?
betcha on land, they understand,
that they don’t reprimand their daughters,
bright young women,
sick o’ swimmin’,
ready to staaaand.
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 the word? buuurn!?
when’s it my turn, wouldn’t i love
love to explore that sh*r* up above?
out of the sea, wish i could be part of that world!!!!!!