Sam here says he lost his callnOn the day Cousteau had diednThe ocean was a tub of sharksnWith Jacques Yves as a guidennSam here says the water's safenThat man should not have left the seasnCalled the Human BathyscaphenHe's King of ExpertisennSo if someone wants to knownAnd asks you where I amnYou say you saw me gonFor a swim with SamnnSam here says they call him nicenAnd that it makes him really sicknThat his nice is like politenAnd silence does the tricknnSam here says he'd like to gonSomewhere far away from herenTo a sea that no one knowsnTo completely disappearnnSo if someone wants to knownAnd asks you where I amnYou say you saw me gonFor a swim with SamnnSo if someone wants to knownAnd asks you where I amnYou say you saw me gonFor a swim with SamnnSo if someone wants to knownAnd asks you where I amnYou say you saw me gonFor a swim with SamnnSo if someone wants to knownAnd asks you where I amnYou say you saw me gonFor a swim with SamnnDon't try to talk me out of thisnNot while I'm here in Carla's seatnThe sea has many drops of waternBut the salt won't let you taste the sweetnnDon't try to talk me out of thisnNot while I'm here in Carla's seatnThe sea has many drops of waternBut the salt won't let you taste the sweetnnDon't try to talk me out of thisnDon't go, don't go, don't go ...nNot while I'm here in Carla's seatnDon't go, don't go, don't go ...nnDon't try to talk me out of thisnDon't go, don't go, don't go ...nNot while I'm here in Carla's seatnDon't go, don't go, don't go ...