Under the Sea

Alvin:
Listen to me
The human world is a mess
Life under the sea
Is better than any'ting they got up there!

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

The Chipmunks:
What more is you lookin' for?
Under the sea, under the sea

Alvin:
Darling it's better
Down where it's wetter
Take it from me

The Chipmunks:
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away

Alvin:
While we devotin'
Full-time to floatin'
Under the sea, ha-ha-ha!

The Chipmunks:
Down here all the fish is happy

Alvin:
As off through the waves they roll

The Chipmunks:
The fish on the land ain't happy

Alvin:
Uh-uh, they sad 'cause they in a bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky

The Chipmunks:
They in for a worser fate

Alvin:
One day when the boss get hungry

Unknown Singer:
Guess who's gon' be on the plate? (wuh-oh)

The Chipmunks:
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody (beat us)
Fry us and (eat us)
In fricassee

We what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We've got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)

Alvin:
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here (ooh, ooh)
Naturally (naturally-y-y)

The Chipmunks:
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

Alvin:
The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin' sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul (yeah)

The Chipmunks:
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rockin' out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
An' oh that blowfish blow

Yeah, under the sea (under the sea)
Under the sea (under the sea)
When the sardine begin the beguine (ooh, ooh)
It's music to me (music is to me)

What do they got? A lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band

Alvin:
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here

The Chipmunks:
Under the sea

Alvin:
Each little slug here
Cuttin' a rug here

The Chipmunks:
Under the sea

Alvin:
Each little snail here (ooh, ooh)
Know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter
Under the water
Ya, we in luck here (ahh, ahh)
Down in the muck here

The Chipmunks:
Under the sea, hoo-hoo

Alvin:
Woh, yah!