Spongebob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy Lyrics - Flaming Lips

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 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 '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