I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, And it's say to the starboard heave-ho, Look out lad, a mermaid be waitin' for you In mysterious fathoms below. Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowin' in your face, A perfect day to be at sea. Ay, that it is, lad. Yes, delightful. A fine strong wind and a good clear sky. King Triton must be in a friendly type mood. King Triton? Why, ruler of the merpeople, lad, Thought every good sailor knew all about him. I'll sing you a song of the king of the sea, And it's say to the starboard heave-ho, The ruler of all of the oceans is he In mysterious fathoms below. Merpeople? Lyric, pay no attention to this nautical nonsense. But it isn't nonsense. It's the truth. There's a whole world of merpeople under the sea. King Triton's their ruler. He's got seven fair daughters. And a witch of a sister named Ursula. Ursula? Evil and ugly and hungry for power. King Triton, he banished her off into exile. And there she lives now, just biding her time. Fathoms below in the ocean Lives Ursula, witch of the sea. She plots and she schemes And she wickedly dreams of the day when she'll return once more. Turn to rule the ocean floor. She wants to be queen of the bottomless blue. And it's say to the starboard heave-ho. So Triton, beware, there's a beacon A-brewin' mysterious fathoms below.