SpongeBob & Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall of Energy - The 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 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

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