| 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 aplenty | |
| I've got whozits | |
| and whatzits galore | |
| You want thingamabobs I got twenty | |
| But who cares | |
| no big deal | |
| I want more | |
| I wanna be where the people are | |
| I wanna see wanna see em dancing | |
| Walking around on those | |
| What do you call'em oh feet | |
| Flippin' your fins | |
| you don't get too far | |
| Legs are required | |
| for jumping dancing | |
| Strolling along down a | |
| 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 swimming 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 |