Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache
And though 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 that we'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
Too young to free ourselves from this lonely fish bowl
Some kind of wall, some kind of psychic wall
Some kind of wall, some kind of psychic wall
We can get a burn
Come on, let's find a way to be happy
Not like Plankton, he will never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life to his computer wife
You think he would've found by now to be sought as a king
We don't need a burn

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