Wednesday, April 12, 2006
oh... Little mermaid, under the sea.
Got to this really a nice, funny and merry song during my one of this project in my group... Which really can cheer you up when you are really down right moody! This song makes me to realise that we had actually all grown to big kids now. Times really flies... For this is one of the song i hear in my childhood that i really like! Do hope that it will cheer you up too! =)
The seaweeed 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 looking for?
Under the sea, under the sea. Darling 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 devoting full time to floating. Under the sea.
Down here all the fish is happy. As off through the waves they roll. The fish on the land aint happy. They sad' cause they in the bowl.
But fish in the bowl is lucky. They are in for worse fate. One day when the boss get hungry.
Guess who's gon'be on the plate.
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 got no troubles, like is the bubbles.
Under the sea, under the sea. Under the sea, under the sea. Since life is sweet here. We got the beat here naturally. Even the sturgeon and the ray. They get the urge "n" start to play.
We got the spirit, you got to hear it. Under the sea.
Carp play the harp. The plaice play the. The newt play the flute. The bass. And they sounding sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The flake is the duke of soul. The ray he can play. The lings on the strings. The trout rocking out. The black fish she sings. The smelt and the sprat. They know where it's at. And oh, that blowfish blow.
Under the sea, under the sea. Under the sea, under the sea. When the sardine begin the begunie. It's music to me. What do they got, a lot of sand. We got a hot crustaceuan band.
Each little clam here. Know how to jam here. Under the sea. Each little slug here. Cutting a rag 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.
POOH BEAR;
2:33 AM
