(Maybe hes right.
Maybe there is something the metter with me.
I just dont see how a world that,
That makes such wonderful things...could be bad)
Look at this stuff. Isnt it neat?
Wouldnt she think my collections complete?
Wouldnt she think Im the girl
Girl who has evrything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here, youd think
Sure, shes got evrything
Ive got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
Ive got whos-its and whats-its galore
He want thing-a-ma-bobs?
Ive got twenty
But who cares? No big deal
I want more
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see Im dancing
Walking around on those
Whaddya call em? Oh, feet
Flipping your fins, you dont get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Stolling along down the
Whats 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 dont 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
Whats a fire? and why does it
Whats that word Burn?
Whens it my turn?
Wouldnt I love, love to explore
That shore up above, out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world
