Patrick, you see I'm growing a moustache
And though I know, I must ask you
Does it really make me look like a man

Spongebob, being a manager's a tough job
I hope you're picked
You'll be the best sponge boss they've 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 'til 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 across

Come on
Let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton, he'll never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To his computer wife
You think he would've found by now
To be thought of as a king
You don't need a crown