(Howard Ashman/Alan Menken)
Look at this stuff. Isn`t it neat?
Wouldn`t you think my collection`s complete?
Wouldn`t you think I`m a girl
A girl who has ev`rything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here, you`d think
Sure, she`s got ev`rything
I`ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I`ve got who`s-its and what`s-its galore
You want thing-a-ma-bobs? 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 `em dancin`
Walkin` around on those
Whaddya call `em? Oh, feet
Flippin` your fins, you don`t get too far
Legs are required for jumpin`, dancin`
Strollin` along down that
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
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 of swimmin`
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask `em 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