There's plenty of girls in the sea

And plenty of seeds in a lemon

The trick is in trying to stay free

When it's never that great to begin with

The surgeon performs precise little cuts

But he's never perfect, he's thinking too much

And it's really no comfort to me

There's plenty of girls in the sea

There's plenty of girls in the sea

And plenty of those are not women

As soon as you get yourself free

Then somebody stops you from swimming

The lifeguard admits, his whistle in hand

That it isn't the muscle, and it isn't the tan

No it's whatever you want it to be

There's plenty of girls in the sea

Ah the passionate painter will say with a brush

"it's best to accept it and not make a fuss

Just cause the grass isn't green"

Yeah, there's plenty of girls in the sea

There's plenty of girls in the sea

And plenty of clowns in the village

The trick is to try to be free

And tend to the void, don't just fill it

The bartender concedes, from inside his vest

That none of the best ones were ever the best

So keep it short, simple and sweet

Cause there's plenty of girls in the sea

Whenever you want there to be