SpongeBob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy

Текст песни The Flaming Lips - SpongeBob & Patrick Confront The Psychic Wall Of Energy

SpongeBob & Patrick Confront the Psychic Wall of Energy LyricsPatrick, 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 crown1