Spongebob and Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall

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 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 'till we're old

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 get above



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