Underwater Adventure: Scooter Dive with Maui Scuba Mike

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 looking for? Under the sea, under the sea. Darling, it's better down where it's wetter, take it from me. How I sure they work all day, how in the sun they slave away. While we be boating full-time in France, let's see. The fish is happy, as a fool they wave to you. The fish on the land ain't happy, they struggle there and there. But fish in the bowl is lucky, they yearn for a worse fate. One day when the bus get hungry, let's you go beyond the bay. Under the sea, under the sea. Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us in Freakazine. We working land folks love to cook, under the sea we have to cook. We got no troubles, life is the bubbles under the sea. Under the sea, under the sea. Since life is sweeter, we got to be here naturally. Even the stranger in the rain will dig in the earth and start to play. We got the spirit, you got to hear it, under the sea. Play the flute, the top, maybe half the place. Play the bass and the sound, the chump, the bass. Play the brass, the chump, play the top. The flute is the tune of soul. Play the key, can play the licks on the strings. The chump rocking on the black bass. He sings his belt and his frat, we know where it's at. You know that flute is great. Under the sea, under the sea. Each little clown here know how to jam here, under the sea. Each little slug here got to go rug here, under the sea. Each little snail here know how to wail here, that's why it's hot here, under the sea.