Under the Sea

Bob Tute: cherry doll, listen to me! The human world, it's a mess. 
Life under the sea is better than any'ting they got up there!
The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.
You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake!
Just look at 'de world around you right here on the ocean floor.
Such wonderful things surround you. What more is you lookin' for?
(The bubbles surround Susie Tute as Bob Tute sings the First Chorus)
Under the sea. Under the sea.
Darling it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me!
Up on the shore they work all day, out in the sun they slave away.
While we devotin' full-time to floatin', under the sea! Hahahaha! Yeah!
Susie Tute: Down here all the fish is happy, as off through the waves they roll. Yeah!
The fish on the land ain't happy. They sad 'cause they in their bowl.
(the dolphin swims around)
But fish in the bowl is lucky, they in for a worser fate. 
One day when the boss get hungry...
BIG FISH: Guess who gon' be on the plate?
(the second chorus is sung to which they grab the dolphin and ride it)
Susie Tute: Uh-oh! Under the sea, Under the sea. 
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us in fricassee!
We what 'de land folks loves to cook.
Under the sea we off the hook. 
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles!
Bob Tute and Susie Tute: Under the sea. (UNDERSEA CHORUS: Under the sea.)
Under the sea. (UNDERSEA CHORUS: Under the sea.)
Since life is sweet here,
We got 'de beat here naturally. (UNDERSEA CHORUS: Ooh, ooh! Naturally-y-y-y!)
Bob Tute: Even the sturgeon an' the ray,
Susie Tute: They get the urge 'n' start to play. 
Bob Tute and Susie Tute: We got the spirit!
You got to hear it under the sea!
Bob Tute: The newt play the flute. 
The carp play the harp. 
Susie Tute: The plaice play the bass,
And 'dey soundin' sharp!
Bob Tute and Susie Tute: The bass play the brass. 
The chub play the tub. 
The fluke is the duke of soul! (FLUKE: "Yeah!")
Bob Tute: The ray, he can play. 
The ling's on the strings. 
Susie Tute: The trout rockin' out. 
The blackfish, she sings.
Bob Tute and Susie Tute: The smelt and the sprat, 
They know where it's at -- 
An' oh that blowfish blow! Haha!
(Instrumental Break, in which they started dancing)
Bob Tute and Susie Tute: Yeah!!!!
Under the sea!!! (Under the sea.)
Under the sea! (Under the sea.)
When the sardine begin the beguine, it's music to me. (Music is to me!)
What do they got? A lot of sand!
We got a hot crustacean band!
Each little clam here know how to jam here under the sea!
Each little slug here cuttin' a rug here under the sea!
Each little snail here know how to wail here. 
That's why it's hotter under the water!
Ya, we in luck here down in the muck here under the SEA!