♪ Idiot friends ♪

♪ Who picks you up and smacks You all around ♪

♪ Idiot friends ♪

♪ Who puts thorns in you so You can save the town ♪

♪ Idiot friends, idiot friends, Idiot friends ♪

♪ Duh duh duh duh do dah do do doe doe ♪

♪ Idiot friends ♪

♪ Dah dee duh duh do dah dah dah ♪

♪ Idiot friends ♪

♪ Dee dah dah dadoodle dah doe ♪

You know SpongeBuck all we've been a doing is singing about what I've done for you.

Well, what have you done for me?

[laughing]

♪ Who helps you pick your pants Up off the ground ♪

- Thanks buddy - Curses!

Only an idiot friend would do that!

Let's bring it home, idiot friend!

Okay!

♪ Who let's you ride on his coffin ♪

♪ Who slaps you hard and often ♪

♪ What do you and me have in common ♪

♪ We're idiot ♪

♪ Friends ♪

[cheering]

Thank you. Thank you very much.

♪ 'Tis we're here to sing a Song of maritime camaraderie ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ Together! Together! ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ Together! Together! ♪

♪ Together! To-ge-ther! ♪

♪ Like a boat upon the sea! ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ In happy camaraderie! ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ That's the way it ought to be ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ Just you, and you, and you, And you, and me! ♪

♪ Together! ♪

♪ Together! Together! ♪

I know I said this 90 times already, but...

♪ I love Krabby Patties I think that they are swell ♪

♪ They are the best There's no contest ♪

♪ And now I'm going to yell... ♪

♪ Woo! ♪

♪ I love Krabby Patties! I think they're swell ♪

♪ They're so neat, And quite a treat ♪

♪ And how I love the way they smell! ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la! ♪

I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today.

♪ La la la la la la! ♪

♪ Oh baby, they may call me a fool ♪

♪ But I can't help Our gravitational pull ♪

♪ When I stuff you with cotton candy It reminds me you're so sweet ♪

♪ When we go riding, it's dandy The way you hang on to that seat, baby ♪

♪ When I'm with you our love is Stronger than glue ♪

♪ Whoa, oh baby, there isn't anything ♪

♪ There's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for you ♪

♪ Hey! Let go of her you patty eaters! ♪

♪ No! Get away! ♪

♪ Hiya! Hiya! ♪

♪ Wa-cha! ♪

♪ Hiya! Hiya! Ya! ♪

♪ Oh wah cha ya ya wah cha wah ♪

♪ Wah ta wah po ya ya ♪

♪ Ah ya ya ya ya ya! ♪

♪ Patty? You okay, sweetums? ♪

♪ I'm so sorry ♪

♪ I'll never let you out of my Sight again ♪

♪ And I'll always keep you out Of harm's way-yay ♪

♪ Oh baby, I love you so strong That's why I'm singing this song♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Your looks are sweeter than honey ♪

♪ From your pickles to your buns, It ain't even funny ♪

[screaming[

♪ I'm coming for you, oh no, look at you ♪

Don't worry Patty, I'll take care of this.

There you go.

♪ All better, oh baby ♪

- What's that music? - I think Mr. Krabs is going to sing.

Oh, great.

♪ If I can talk to money How great my life would be ♪

♪ We'd tell each other secrets All their friends would visit me ♪

♪ I'd trade in filthy riches Which is clean enough for me ♪

♪ Oh, if you could tell me what you want How happy we would be! ♪

♪ We'd surely be the best of friends We'd never disagree ♪

♪ There couldn't be a downside Not one that I could see! ♪

♪ If I could talk to money Come along, sing with me ♪

- Uh, no thanks. I gotta go. - I really have to pee.

♪ If I could talk to money And it could talk to me... ♪

♪ We'd always be the best of friends For all eternity ♪

[laughing]

♪ Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star I made myself a sandwich ♪

[screaming]

♪ My mommy named it Fred It tastes like beans and bacon ♪

♪ And smells like it's been dead ♪

♪ Writing stuff is hard so I use a pointy pencil ♪

♪ Pointy pointy pointy, pointy Pointy point ♪

This song always makes me think of you.

♪ Pee-ew, what's that horrible smell? ♪

[screaming]

♪ I have a head, that ends in a point ♪

My ears!

♪ Pointy pointy pointy, pointy Pointy point ♪

♪ This song is over, except for This line ♪

I like it!

♪ Broccoli ♪

Well, it looks like Bikini Bottom is throwing a party!

- And you know what a party needs? - Uh bean dip?

Yes, that is important, but I was thinking about music! Turn it up, Patrick!

♪ It tastes like beans and bacon ♪

Where is that awful song coming from?

♪ And smells like it's been dead ♪

To the radio station!

[screaming]

♪ Oh, Bikini Gulch was a purty place With sweet water and blue sky ♪

♪ 'Til one day a beast come a Ridin' from the east ♪

♪ By the name of ol' Dead Eye ♪

♪ That dirty, no-good Dead Eye ♪

♪ Oh, he's robbed this town, He's pulled my pants down ♪

♪ He made all the pretty girls cry ♪

♪ That no-good goon wants my saloon And the I-O-U's due tomorrow noon ♪

♪ If we don't get some help Here real soon ♪

♪ We'll lose everything we Own to Dead Eye ♪

♪ We'd stop him if we weren't Too scared to try ♪

And if you think that's funny, let me tell ya sonny,

you won't be laughing when you see…

Ooh!

His...

Ooh!

Big...

[gasping]

Red...

[gasping]

♪ Dead Eye ♪

♪ Dead Eye ♪

[gasping]

That's me!

Dead Eye Plankton!

- Who? - We just sang a whole song about him.

♪ The sun must set ♪

♪ At the end of every day ♪

♪ And the curtain must fall ♪

♪ At the end of every play ♪

♪ And every little bubble ever blown ♪

♪ Must someday pop ♪

♪ Like presents on Christmas day ♪

♪ It doesn't seem to stay ♪

♪ Or a cheese souffle ♪

♪ It doesn't last all day ♪

♪ I will try ♪

♪ Again Try again ♪

♪ To blow a bubble To blow a bubble ♪

♪ That will last all day ♪

♪ To blow a bubble that will Last all day ♪

♪ Sing? Sing a song? A song of wanting to Move along ♪

♪ To a land where all our dreeee... ♪

♪ Whoops, sorry ♪

♪ To a land where all our dreeeeeams, Can finally come true ♪

♪ A bubble I long for, that so eludes me, But soon enough I will see... ♪

♪ Well that's just splendid boy! A land where it rains money ♪

♪ More than you can spend ♪

♪ With fives and tens and fifties they'll All want to be your friend ♪

♪ Ha ha ha! Such a valiant desire. Hehehe ♪

♪ The lost weapons of Atlantis The most advanced of all time ♪

♪ As soon as this dopey song is done I plan to make them mine ♪

Did y'all hear something?

♪ I can't hardly believe that there's A lost city where having smarts is ♪

♪ More important than being pretty ♪

♪ With all their advanced science, and My painfully enlarged mind ♪

♪ I bet we can figure out how to make Wondrous things, like melons with ♪

♪ Edible rinds ♪

♪ As a connoisseur of fine art ♪

♪ I'm proud to say I've always seen things In my own special way ♪

♪ Art-lantis with their glorious Aesthetics ♪

♪ I'll cop their style and in a while ♪

♪ My art will be prophetic ♪

♪ I'm Patrick, I'm Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick ♪

♪ And I like um, uh, I don't know what I like ♪

♪ Oh... If I'd only known when I woke up today ♪

♪ I'd stop at me tailor's along the way ♪

And have ten more pockets put on Me pants ♪

♪ 'Cause I think I hear a money avalanche Yodel Ye he hoo ♪

♪ Look at all this cash Hey look at all this money ♪

♪ I hope me heart can take it ♪

[beeping] Clear!

♪ I'm alright sonny ♪

♪ Industrial accidents can make Quite a mess ♪

♪ Unless you fall into a money press ♪

♪ Oh make me into money mister Wonderful machine ♪

♪ I always knew that me true color Was green ♪

♪ Oh ever since I was a little kid I dreamed of such a place yes I did ♪

♪ With mountains of money And rivers of cash ♪

♪ And a pool of coins to make a splash ♪

♪ Oh, I'd open up a Krusty Krab with Patties made of money ♪

♪ They'd be delicious and expensive and Taste like golden honey ♪

♪ Money and gold And treasure untold ♪

♪ And all of it for me ♪

♪ Look out, germs! The end is near ♪

♪ Your days are numbered, 'cause Sandy's here ♪

♪ I'll get these germs, and make 'em pay ♪

♪ With some good old fashioned Kah-rah-tay! Hi-yah! ♪

♪ If I borrow some elements from The periodic table ♪

♪ I can mix up a brew that is Sure to disable ♪

♪ Any virus, bug, or sniffle That steps into my path ♪

♪ And make them feel my Microscopic wrath ♪

♪ Hi-yah! ♪

♪ Oh, what a beautiful sight Weapons as far as the eye can see ♪

♪ But which one will be right for me ♪

♪ How do I pick ♪

♪ Which one will do the trick ♪

♪ Which is best to guarantee Eternal rest ♪

♪ So many weapons, how do I choose ♪

♪ Look at this one, What a beautiful fuse ♪

♪ And with this one I couldn't lose ♪

♪ That one...would surely give them The blues ♪

♪ And this one here matches my shoes ♪

♪ Come on, Plankton, just pick one and Forget about your shoes ♪

♪ Eeny-meeny-miny-moe. I pick you, now let's go ♪

♪ Isn't this great Isn't this neat ♪

♪ I'm a living work of art From my head to my feet ♪

♪ From the very first drawings on Walls in caves ♪

♪ Art has been what the heart and Soul craves ♪

♪ So pick up a brush, a pencil, or pen ♪

♪ If you don't like this one paint It again ♪

♪ From now on, please call me Sir Real ♪

♪ I can wait for your impression To congeal ♪

♪ Take it from an undersea Renaissance man ♪

♪ I'd even look great on the Side of your van ♪

♪ Anyway you carve it, I am art and art is me ♪

♪ Ask your mama or your dada To tell you about the uh, schism ♪

♪ Between minimalism and cubism ♪

♪ My personality may be the cynical type ♪

♪ But I finally found something that Lives up to the hype ♪

♪ I can say honestly and with Great certainty ♪

♪ That Atlantis is where I want to spend ♪

♪ Eternity ♪

All I had to do was believe!

[crying]

♪ You got to believe It was out of sight ♪

♪ You got to believe I'm back in Encino ♪

♪ You got to believe And everything's all right ♪

♪ The sky above and Ground below ♪

♪ Are bringing me Back in Encino ♪

♪ It was lost Some time ago ♪

♪ Just glad To be back home ♪

♪ You got to believe I'm back in Encino ♪

♪ You got to believe It was out of sight ♪