And then a bass part. No time to record. The harpsichord plays, made to be seen. He's on the job, the bass played, the bass to jump. And the drum, the funky, the uncombed soul. Yeah, right, he can play many genres. From the drum rock and the deep black, as you see. But he's not at all where he's at, and he's not at all where he's at, Under the sea. Under the sea. Sharknock was at the nebula, it's a brand new waterless sea. We got the luck, we got the wisdom, we got the strength and all the rest. You best believe us, don't want to leave us, Under the sea. Trust me, it's better down where it's wetter, Under the sea. We got the bubbles, they got the troubles, Under the sea. 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, what more is you looking for? Under the sea. Under the sea. Under the sea. Down there 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 be boating, full time you're floating, Under the sea. Oh yeah. Down here all the fish is hopping, as up through the waves they roll. The fish on the land they're hopping, they're sad cause they're in the bowl, but fish in the bowl is lucky, they're in for a wholesome feast. One day when the boss get hungry, guess who gon' be on the plate? Oh no! Under the sea. Under the sea. Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us, break us in. We what the land folks loves to cook, under the sea we ought to hook. We got no troubles like filthy bubbles, Under the sea. Under the sea. Since life is sweet here, we got the beat here naturally. Even the surgeon and the ray, they get the urge to start to play, we got the spirit, you got to hear it, Under the sea. The noose play, the flute stick up play, the harp, the bass play, the bass and bass sounding sharp, the bass play, the bass play, the bass and bass sounding sharp, the flute is the Duke of Soul. And the ray, he can play the lings on the strings, the trout rockin' us, the black fish he sings, the smelt and the spats, they know where he's at, I know that blowfish blow. Under the sea. Under the sea. Under the sea. When the sun didn't begin to begin, it's music to me. What do they got, a lot of sand, we got a hot crustacean band, each little clam here, know how to jam here, Under the sea. Each little slug here, caught in a rug here, Under the sea. Each little snail here, know how to wail here, down for his hatter, Under the water, carry him luck here, down in the mud here, Under the sea.