(Howard Ashman/Alan Menken)

Maybe he’s right.
Maybe there is something wrong with me.
I just don’t see how a world that,
That makes such wonderful things...could be bad.

Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
The girl who has ev’rything?

Look at this trove, treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here, you’d think
Sure, she’s got ev’rything

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I’ve got who’s-its and what’s-its galore
You want thing-a-ma-bobs?
I’ve 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 don’t get too far
Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’
Stollin’ along down the
What’s 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 don’t 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
What’s a fire? and why does it
What’s that word? Burn?

When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love, love to explore
That shore up above, out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world