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 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 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 ’em dancin’,
Walkin’ around on those,
Whatdya call ’em? Oh, feet.
Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far.
Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’,
Strollin’ 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 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.