The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake.
You dream about going up there.  But that is a big mistake. 
Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor.
Such wonderful things surround you. What more is you lookin' for?

Under the sea,  under the sea.
Darlin' it's better down where it's wetter, Take it from me.
Up on the shore they work all day.
Out in the sun they slave away.
While we devotin' fulltime to floatin' under the sea.

Down here all the fish is happy as off through the waves dey roll.
The fish on the land ain't happy.  
They sad 'cause they in the bowl.
But fish in the bowl is lucky, they in for a worser fate. 
One day when the boss get hungry
guess who goin' be on the plate. 

Under the sea,  under the sea.
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us in fricasee.
We what the land folks loves to cook.
Under the sea we off the hook.
We got no troubles life is the bubbles under the sea.
Under the sea.

Since life is sweet here we got the beat here naturally.
Even the sturgeon an' the ray 
they get the urge 'n start to play.
We got the spirit, you got to hear it under the sea.
The newt play the flute. The carp play the harp.
The plaice play the bass.  And they sound-in' sharp.
The bass play the brass.  The chub play the tub.
The fluke is the duke of soul.
The ray__ he can play.  The lings_ on the strings.
The trout_ rock-in out. The black-fish she sings.
The smelt_ and the sprat they know_ where it's at.
An' Oh, that blow-fish blow. 

Under the sea.  Under the sea.
When the sar-dine begin the beguine it's music to me.
What do they got, a lot of sand.
We got a hot crusta - cean band. 
each little clam here know_ how to jam here  under the sea.
Each little slug here cut - tin' a rug here  under the sea.
Each little snail here know how to wail here.
That's why it's hotter under the water.
Ya_ we in luck here down_ in the muck here
under the sea.____________

Lyrics by Howard Ashman & Music by Alan Menken