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 sponge boss 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 fishbowl       Some kind of wall    Some kind of psychic wall    Some kind of wall    Some kind of psychic wall    We can get a burn      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