Down by the seaside
Picking fruit off trees
That's where I'll be
When I'm sixty-three

You will see me
Snuggled in the breeze
That's where I'll be
When I'm sixty-three

I've traded in my legs for a tail
I have a shell for a chair
I don't need to run anywhere
I'll swim there
I don't need to run anywhere
I'll swim there
I don't need to run anywhere
I'll swim there

I've traded in my legs for a tail
I have a shell for a chair
I don't need to run anywhere
I'll swim there
I don't need to run anywherе
I'll swim there
I don't need to run anywherе
I'll swim there