Maybe he's right.
Maybe there is something wrong with me.
I just don't see how a world that,
That makes such wonderful things...could be bad.
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 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 want to be where the people are
I want to see, want to see 'em dancin'
Walkin' around on those
What do you call 'em. Oh, feet
Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Stollin' 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 I would give if I could live
Out of these waters
What I would 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, get some answers
What's a fire? And why does it
What's that 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
