Originally in Bb, I play in A capo 3.
| A | A | E | A |
| x2 |
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 |
| x2 |
| 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 |
| x2 |