SpongeBob & 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?
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 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 '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 get a burn
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 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