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'd think
Sure, she's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
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 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, oh
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 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 women sick o' swimming ready to stand
I'm 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
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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