Lyric Part Of Your World
(Howard Ashman/Alan Menken)
Look at this stuff. Isn t it neat?
Wouldn t you think my collection s complete?
Wouldn t you think I m a girl
A 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
Strollin along down that
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 would I give if I could live
Out of these waters?
What would I 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 and get some answers
What s a fire?--and why does it
What s the 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
Look at this stuff. Isn t it neat?
Wouldn t you think my collection s complete?
Wouldn t you think I m a girl
A 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
Strollin along down that
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 would I give if I could live
Out of these waters?
What would I 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 and get some answers
What s a fire?--and why does it
What s the 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