| 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 everything | |
| I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty | |
| I've got who's-its and what's-its galore | |
| You want thing-a-mabobs? 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 dancin' | |
| Walkin' around on those | |
| Whaddya 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 question, and get some answers | |
| What's a fire and why does it | |
| What's the word? burn? | |
| When is my turn? | |
| Wouldn't I love, Love to explore that shore up above | |
| Out of the sea, wish I could be | |
| Part of your world. |