Lletres: Five For Fighting. ...Message For Albert. Ocean.

Okay I gotta think for fish with no eyes
Who swim deep in the sea with nothing to see
Okay I've gotta think for mountains of sand
Left all to their own to quietly stand
And won't you help me now

Take me to the bottom of
And take me to the bottom of
And take me to the bottom of the ocean, man

Okay I gotta think for mermaiden tails
Swim naked with me your hair of seaweed
Okay I gotta think for sunken shipwrecks
With booty of gold I don't care if it's wet
Won't you help me now?

Take me to the bottom of
Take me to the bottom of
And take me to the bottom of the ocean

And I don't need, I don't need, need no air
I don't need, I don't need, need no air
I don't need, I don't need, need no air

I don't need, I don't need no air
I said, I don't need, I don't need, need no air
I don't need, you don't know, need no air
I don't need, I don't need, need no air

She says, and she says, and she says
And she says, she says
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

And I don't need, I don't need, need
I don't need, I don't need, need
I don't need, I don't need, need