Lyrics:

Maybe he's right
Maybe there is something a matter with me
I just don't see how a world
That makes it 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
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you'd think
Sure, she's got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos a plenty
I've got who's, it's, and what's it's galore
You want a Thing-A-Mabobs?
I've 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
Walking around on those
What do you call them?
Oh, feet!

Flippen your fins you don't get to far
Legs are required for jumpin, dancin
Strolling along down the
What's that word again? Street

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 outta these waters
What would I pay to spend a day
Warm on the sand

Betcha on land they understand
Bet they don't reprimend their daughters
Bright young women
Sick of swimming
Ready to stand

And ready to know what the people know
Ask them my questions and get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
What's the word... Burn

When's it 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