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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 '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 above 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 |