Opening (spoken words):
Ariel, listen to me. The human world, it’s a mess
Life under the sea is better than anything they got up there

Verse 1 (clean):
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake
You dream about goin’ up there
But that is a big mistake

Pre-chorus 1 (clean):
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more are you lookin' for?

Chorus 1 (clean):
Under thе sea, under the sеa
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’re devotin’ full time to floatin’, under the sea

Verse 2 (clean):
Down here, all the fish are happy
As off through the waves they roll
The fish on the land ain’t happy
They’re sad, ‘cause they’re in their bowl
Pre-chorus 2 (clean):
But fish in the bowl are lucky
They’re in for a worser fate
One day, when the boss get hungry
(Grunts: GUESS WHO’S GON’ BE ON THE PLATE!)
(Screams: OH NO!)

Chorus 2 (clean):
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beat us, fry us and eat us in fricassee
We’re what the land folks loves to cook
Under the sea, we’re off the hook
We got no troubles, life is the bubbles
Under the sea, under the sea
Since life is sweet here, we’ve got the beat here, naturally
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge 'n' start to play
We’ve got the spirit, you’ve got to hear it, under the sea

Interlude (growls):
The newt play the flute, the carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass, and they’re sounding sharp
The bass play the brass, the chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(Screams: OH YEAH!)
The ray, he can play the lings, on the strings
The trout’s rocking out, the blackfish, she sings
The smelt and the sprat, they know where it’s a
(Screams: AND OH, THAT BLOWFISH BLOWS)
Instrumental solo

Chorus 3 (clean):
Under the sea, under the sea
When the sardine begin the beguine, it's music to me
What do they got, a lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here knows how to jam here, under the sea
Each little slug here, cuttin’ a rug here, under the sea
Each little snail here knows how to wail here
That's why it’s hotter under the water
Yeah, we’re in luck here, down in the muck here, under the sea