SpongeBob And Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy
by Jacques Brel
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?
And though I know I must ask you.
Does it really make me look like a man?
SpongeBob, being a man is a tough job.
I hope you'll bet you'll be the best SongeBob's we've had.
Working like a dog at the Krusty Krab.
I hope you'll bet you'll be the best SongeBob's 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 pshycic wall.
I think we hit a wall.
I think we hit a pshycic 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.
We're too young to free ourselves from this lonely fishbowl.
Some kind of wall.
Some kind of pshycic wall.
Some kind of wall.
Some kind of pshycic wall.
We can't get enough.
Some kind of pshycic wall.
Some kind of wall.
Some kind of pshycic wall.
We can't get enough.
[Guitar Solo]
Come on.
Let's find a way to be happy.
Unlike 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 thought of as a king,
you don't need crown.
Let's find a way to be happy.
Unlike 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 thought of as a king,
you don't need crown.
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