I know a place
On the ocean floor
South of Atlantis
Where nothing happens anymore

It's an ancient town
No human's been before
Where mer-people would shop
At mackerel surplus stores

And take the deep-sea trolly
Through underwater caves
Spending their days basking beneath the ocean waves

Let's go there
Stop living on the ground
No need for air
Descend and try not to drown

I know a place
Six miles below
Heard about it in school
Therefore I know

Mariana's trench may be pretty deep
But if you just believe
The unbearable pressure won't crush you into eternal sleep

It's mostly dark at the bottom
And you would think that's a problem
The anglerfish is forgotten
He's on the hunt

Let's go there
Stop living on the ground
No need for air
Descend and try not to drown
Try not to drown
Descend and try not to drown