It's Easier To Be A Whale

Jazz, swing, 1950s salesman voice, deep gruffy male vocal, house

V3.5

[Verse]
Roamed the land, feet on the ground,
But life was tough, struggles all around.
(Struggles found, on the ground, ooo-oh)
Said screw it, I’ll go back to the sea,
Where I can be wild, where I can be free.
(Back to the sea where I used to be!)

[Chorus]
When surface life becomes so stale,
It's easier to be a whale.
(Rejoice, regale)
When you try to jump, and then you fail,
You dream once more of being a whale.
(Rejoice, regale, become a whale)
In the ocean’s flow,
Where my spirit can grow,
I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below.

[Tuba solo]

[Verse]
"But you don’t have gills," they said with a grin,
"Doesn’t matter," I replied with a fin.
"But there you’re not a fish," they exclaimed with a clatter,
"Don’t care," I answered, "it doesn’t matter."

[Tuba solo]

[Bridge]
"Can you swim?" they asked with doubt,
"I’ll learn soon enough, without a shout."
"Won’t being warm-blooded be a problem, you see?"
"Actually not at all, I’ve got blubber to keep me."

[Verse]
Flippers where my limbs used to be,
Echoes in the deep, calling to me.
Diving deep, where the sunlight’s thin,
In the vast blue, I feel alive again.

[Chorus]
When surface life becomes so stale,
It's easier to be a whale.
When you try to jump, and then you fail,
You dream once more of being a whale.
In the ocean’s flow,
Where my spirit can grow,
I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below.

[Tuba solo]

[Verse]
They laughed at the notion, said it was bizarre,
But here I am, thriving, beneath the stars.
No legs to run, no gills to fret,
In the ocean’s embrace, no regrets.

[Instrumental outro]

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[Intro] When surface life becomes so stale, It's easier to be a whale. (Rejoice, regale) When you try to jump, and then you fail, You dream once more of being a whale. (Rejoice, regale, become a whale) [Verse] Roamed the land, feet on the ground, But life was tough, struggles all around. (Struggles found, on the ground, ooo-oh) Said screw it, I’ll go back to the sea, Where I can be wild, where I can be free. (Back to the sea where I used to be!) [Chorus] When surface life becomes so stale, It's easier to be a whale. (Rejoice, regale) When you try to jump, and then you fail, You dream once more of being a whale. (Rejoice, regale, become a whale) In the ocean’s flow, Where my spirit can grow, I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below. [Tuba solo] [Verse] "But you don’t have gills," they said with a grin, "Doesn’t matter," I replied with a fin. "But there you’re not a fish," they exclaimed with a clatter, "Don’t care," I answered, "it doesn’t matter." [Chorus] When surface life becomes so stale, It's easier to be a whale. (Rejoice, regale) When you try to jump, and then you fail, You dream once more of being a whale. (Rejoice, regale, become a whale) In the ocean’s flow, Where my spirit can grow, I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below. [Tuba solo] [Bridge] "Can you swim?" they asked with doubt, "I’ll learn soon enough, without a shout." "Won’t being warm-blooded be a problem, you see?" "Actually not at all, I’ve got blubber to keep me." [Verse] Flippers where my limbs used to be, Echoes in the deep, calling to me. Diving deep, where the sunlight’s thin, In the vast blue, I feel alive again. [Chorus] When surface life becomes so stale, It's easier to be a whale. When you try to jump, and then you fail, You dream once more of being a whale. In the ocean’s flow, Where my spirit can grow, I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below. [Tuba solo] [Verse] They laughed at the notion, said it was bizarre, But here I am, thriving, beneath the stars. No legs to run, no gills to fret, In the ocean’s embrace, no regrets. [Chorus] When surface life becomes so stale, It's easier to be a whale. (Rejoice, regale) When you try to jump, and then you fail, You dream once more of being a whale. (Rejoice, regale, become a whale) In the ocean’s flow, Where my spirit can grow, I’ll find my place, beneath the waves below. [Instrumental outro]

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