The Flaming Lips - SpongeBob & Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall of Energy lyrics

[The Flaming Lips - SpongeBob & Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall of Energy lyrics]

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 'til we're old
We're 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't get about

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

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