Spongebob and 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?

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
We're too young to free ourselves from this lonely fish bowl

A 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