| There's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| And plenty of seeds in a lemon | |
| The trick is in trying to stay free | |
| When it's never that great to begin with | |
| The surgeon performs precise little cuts | |
| But he's never perfect, he's thinking too much | |
| And it's really no comfort to me | |
| There's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| There's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| And plenty of those are not women | |
| As soon as you get yourself free | |
| Then somebody stops you from swimming | |
| The lifeguard admits, his whistle in hand | |
| That it isn't the muscle, and it isn't the tan | |
| No it's whatever you want it to be | |
| There's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| "It's best to accept it and not make a fuss | |
| Just cause the grass isn't green" | |
| Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| There's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| And plenty of clowns in the village | |
| The trick is to try to be free | |
| And tend to the void, don't just fill it | |
| The bartender concedes, from inside his vest | |
| That none of the best ones were ever the best | |
| So keep it short, simple and sweet | |
| Cause there's plenty of girls in the sea | |
| Whenever you want there to be |