I met a man on the bottom of the ocean
He was cool, he was clear, he was always busy
He was always in a situation of the motion
Never caused any commotion
I knew a man who's name was Harry
He had a good voice, but was sometimes scary
He would always have a good time above everything in his prime
But he had some good sense at the bottom of the ocean
On the bottom of the ocean, no one can hear what you say
On the bottom of the ocean, your feelings are in the way
And on the bottom of the ocean, you'll never wanna get old
And on the bottom of the ocean, your feet will get cold
I knew a woman on the end of my street
She was chill, she was nice, and really neat
But I guess I had to step back, knowing all the pain
That the man on the bottom of the ocean made
Knowing all the pain that the man on the bottom of the ocean made