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Tipping point may refer to:
Malcolm T. Gladwell, CM (born September 3, 1963) is a Canadian journalist, bestselling author, and speaker. He is currently based in New York City and has been a staff writer for The New Yorker since 1996. He has written four books, The Tipping Point: How Little Things Make a Big Difference (2000), Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking (2005), Outliers: The Story of Success (2008), and What the Dog Saw: And Other Adventures (2009), a collection of his journalism. All four books were New York Times Bestsellers.
Gladwell's books and articles often deal with the unexpected implications of research in the social sciences and make frequent and extended use of academic work, particularly in the areas of sociology, psychology, and social psychology. Gladwell was appointed to the Order of Canada on June 30, 2011.
Gladwell was born in Fareham, Hampshire, England to Joyce, Jamaican-born psychotherapist, and Graham Gladwell, a British mathematics professor. Gladwell has said that his mother is his role model as a writer. When he was six his family moved to Elmira, Ontario, Canada.
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else's lake
You dream about going up there
But that is a big mistake
Just look at the world around you
Right here on the ocean floor
Such wonderful things surround you
What more are you looking for
Under the sea, under the sea
Darlin' it's better
Down where it's wetter,
Take it from me
Up on the shore they work all day
Out in the sun they slave away
While we devotin'
Full time to floatin'
Under the sea
Down here all the fish are happy
As off through the waves day roll
The fish on the land ain't happy
They're sad 'cause they're in a bowl
But fish in the bowl is lucky
They're in for a worser fate
One day when the boss gets hungry
Guess who's gon' be on the plate(uh-oh)
Under the sea, under the sea
Nobody beats us
Fry us and eat us in fricassee
We what the land folks love to cook
Under the sea we off the hook
We got no troubles life is the bubbles
Under the sea, under the sea
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here naturally
Even the sturgeon an' the ray
They get the urge an' start to play
We got the spirit
You got to hear it under the sea
The newt play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they're soundin' sharp.
The bass play the brass
The chub play the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
(yeah)
They ray he can play
He lings on the strings
He trout rockin' out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it's at
An' oh that blowfish blow!
Under the sea(under the sea)
Under the sea(under the sea)
When the sardine
Begin the beguine it's music to me
What do they got, a lot of sand
We got a hot crustacean band
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here under the sea
Each little slug here
Cuttin' a rug here under the sea
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here
That's why it's hotter under the water
Ya' we in luck here