(Howard Ashman/Alan Menken)



Maybe hes right.

Maybe there is something wrong with me.

I just dont see how a world that,

That makes such wonderful things...could be bad.



Look at this stuff. Isnt it neat?

Wouldnt you think my collections complete?

Wouldnt you think Im the girl

The girl who has evrything?



Look at this trove, treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here, youd think

Sure, shes got evrything



Ive got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

Ive got whos-its and whats-its galore

You want thing-a-ma-bobs?

Ive 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 dont get too far

Legs are required for jumpin, dancin

Stollin along down the

Whats 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 I would give if I could live

Out of these waters

What I would pay to spend a day

Warm on the sand



Betcha on land they understand

Bet they dont reprimand their daughters

Bright young women sick of swimmin

Ready to stand



And ready to know what the people know

Ask em my questions, get some answers

Whats a fire? and why does it

Whats that word? Burn?



Whens it my turn?

Wouldnt I love, love to explore

That shore up above, out of the sea

Wish I could be

Part of that world