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 collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who has everything
Look at this trove, treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you think, "Sure, she's got everything"
I've got gadgets and gizmos a plenty
I've whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty
But who cares, no big deal
I want more
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancing
Waling around on those, what do you call them?
Oh, feet
Flipping your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down a, 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 should 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
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young woman, sick of swimming
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask them my questions some answers
What's a fire and why it, what's the word?
Burn
When it's 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