Originally in Bb, I play in A capo 3.
A | A | E | A |
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Vox enter on I
A | E | A |
The seaweed is | always | greener |
A | E | A |
In somebody | else’s | lake |
A | E | A |
You dream about | going | up there |
A | E | A |
But that is a | big | mistake |
Vox up to I
D | A |
Just look at the | world around you |
E | A |
Right here on the | ocean floor |
D | A |
Such wonderful | things surround you |
E | A |
What more is you | lookin’ for? |
D | A | E | A | |
Under the | sea, | under the | sea |
D | E | |
Darling it’s | better down where it’s | wetter |
A | |
Take it from | me |
D | E | |
Up on the | shore they work all | day |
F#m | B | |
Out in the | sun they slave a | way |
D | E | |
While we | devotin’ full time to | floatin’ |
A | |
Under the | sea |
A | A | E | A |
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A | E | A |
Down here all the | fish is | happy |
A | E | A |
As off through the | waves they | roll |
A | E | A |
The fish on the | land ain’t | happy |
A | E | A |
They sad ‘cause they | in the | bowl |
D | A |
But fish in the | bowl is lucky |
E | A |
They in for a | worser fate |
D | A |
One day when the | boss get hungry |
E | A |
Guess who’s gon’ be | on the plate |
D | A | E | A | |
Under the | sea, | under the | sea |
D | E | |
Nobody | beat us fry us and | eat us |
A | |
In fricas | see |
D | E | |
We what the | land folks loves to | cook |
Note that “off the hook” is a *triple* entendre here!
F#m | B | |
Under the | sea we off the | hook |
D | E | |
We got no | troubles life is the | bubbles |
A | |
Under the | sea |
D | A | E | A | |
Under the | sea, | under the | sea |
D | |
Since life is | sweet here |
E | A | |
We got the | beat here natural | ly |
D | E | |
Even the | sturgeon an’ the | ray |
F#m | B | |
They get the | urge ‘n’ start to | play |
D | |
We got the | spirit |
E | A | |
You got to | hear it under the | sea |
E | A | |
The | newt play the flute, the | carp play the harp |
E | A | |
The | plaice play the bass, and | they soundin’ sharp |
D | A | |
The | bass play the brass, the | chub play the tub |
E | A | |
The | fluke is the duke of | soul (Yeah) |
E | A | |
The | ray he can play, the | ling’s on the strings |
E | A | |
The | trout rockin’ out, the | blackfish she sings |
D | A | |
The | smelt and the sprat, they | know where it’s at |
E | A | |
An’ | oh that blowfish | blow |
Instrumental chorus, skip if no soloist
D | A | E | A | |
Under the | sea, | under the | sea |
D | E | |
When the sar | dine begin the | beguine |
A | |
It’s music to | me |
D | E | |
What do they | got? A lot of | sand |
F#m | B | |
We got a | hot crustacean | band |
D | E | |
Each little | clam here know how to | jam here |
A | |
Under the | sea |
D | E | |
Each little | slug here cuttin’ a | rug here |
A | |
Under the | sea |
D | E | |
Each little | snail here know how to | wail here |
F#m | B | |
That’s why it’s | hotter under the | water |
D | E | |
Ya we in | luck here down in the | muck here |
A | |
Under the | sea |
A | A | E | A |
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