I think that I should probably leave right now ′cause I′m already kinda sweaty and freakin′ out I gotta time-bomb headache that′s ticking down I guess that everything is better when I′m not around
It′s all outta context {Aaaah} There′s nothing I′m into Call it a complex {Aaaah} It′s really quite simple I′m tired of these hang ups {Aaaah} I wish someone would call me back How ′bout it?
Well my tongue is tired and I′m seeing stars I got a million ugly words for what you are I gotta busted back and a broken heart I guess everything is better wherever you are
It′s all outta context {Aaaah} There′s nothing I′m into Call it a complex {Aaaah} It′s really quite simple I′m tired of these hang ups {Aaaah} I wish someone would call me back How ′bout it?
It′s all about context {Aaaah} There′s nothing I′m into Call it a complex {Aaaah} It′s really quite simple I′m tired of these hang ups {Aaaah} I wish someone would call me back
I said that I′m so sorry to bring you down {Aaaah} I guess that everything′s better when I′m not around {Aaaah} {x3}
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 the world around you Right here on the ocean floor Such wonderful things surround you What more is you lookin′ for?
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
Down here all the fish is happy As off through the waves they roll The fish on the land ain′t happy They sad ′cause they in their bowl But fish in the bowl is lucky They in for a worser fate One day when the boss get hungry Guess who′s gon′ be on the plate
Under the sea Under the sea Nobody beat us Fry us and eat us In fricassee We what the land folks loves to cook Under the sea we off the hook We got no troubles Life is the bubbles Under the sea Under the sea Since life is sweet here We got the beat here Naturally Even the sturgeon an′ the ray They get the urge ′n′ start to play We got the spirit You got to hear it Under the sea
The newt play the flute The carp play the harp The plaice play the bass And they soundin′ sharp The bass play the brass The chub play the tub The fluke is the duke of soul (Yeah) The ray he can play The lings on the strings The trout rockin′ out The blackfish she sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it′s at An′ oh that blowfish blow