Lyrics of
Spongebob and Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall of Energy

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 'till we're old
Too young to free ourselves from this
Lonely fish bowl
Some kind of a wall
Some kind of a psychic wall (x2)
We can get a burn
(Solo)
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