"SpongeBob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy" lyrics
Patrick, you see I'm growing a mustache
And thought I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man?
SpongeBob, being a man is just a tough job
I hope you're picked to be the best SpongeBobs ever had
Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab
Now wait a minute
I think we hit a wall
I think we hit a psychic wall
Maybe we're just young and we won't know until we're old
We're too young to free ourselves from this lonely fishbowl
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
We can't get a burn
Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton and you'll never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To this computer wife
You thinkin' would have found by now
To be thought or as a king
You don't need a crown
And thought I know I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man?
SpongeBob, being a man is just a tough job
I hope you're picked to be the best SpongeBobs ever had
Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab
Now wait a minute
I think we hit a wall
I think we hit a psychic wall
Maybe we're just young and we won't know until we're old
We're too young to free ourselves from this lonely fishbowl
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall
Some kind of psychic wall
We can't get a burn
Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton and you'll never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To this computer wife
You thinkin' would have found by now
To be thought or as a king
You don't need a crown
Writer(s): Wayne Michael Coyne, Michael Lee Ivins, Steven Gregory Drozd
