A-teens – Under The Sea lyrics

Even the strugeon 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)… (Woo!) 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 looking for? What do they got, a lotta sand
We got a hot crustacean band

Each little clam here
Know how to jam here under the sea (under the sea)

Each little slug here
Cutting a rug here under the sea (under the sea)

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!! The fish in the bowl are lucky,
They’re in for a worser fate… One day when the boss get hungry… Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beat us
Fry us and eat us in fricasee… The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they sounding sharp. The seaweed is always greener,
In somebody else’s lake. You dream about going up there…. Under the sea, under the sea
Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me. Ah! We are going to step aside, let A*Teens pick up the style. Guess who’s goin’ be on the plate? We’re stepping in, we’re not stepping out. The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of the soul
(oh yeah)

The ray he can play
The ling’s on the strings
The trout’s rocking out
The blackfish he sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at
An’ Oh. We’re what the land folks love to cook,
Under the sea we 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)… 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… Show them it! Watch out! Down here all the fish are happy;
As off through the waves day roll… Huh, we’re gonna make it so. 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. The fish on the land ain’t happy;
They’re sad ’cause they in their bowl.