DAY DREAM BELIEVER(DAVY JONES)
Oh, I could hide neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six oclock alarm would never ring.
Whoops its ringing and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin razors cold and it stings.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times starts and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
[instrumental interlude]
Cheer up, sleepy jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
THE CAMPFIRE SONG
Let's gather 'round the campfire,
And sing our campfire song,
Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G Song,
And if you don't think that we can sing it faster,
Then your wrong but it'll help if you just sing along.
bum, bum, bum...
++C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G Song, C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G Song,
And if you dont think that we can sing it faster,
then your wrong but it'll help if you just sing along.
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G Song, Patrick!
SONG! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E---
Squidward? good!
It'll help...it'll help...
If you just sing along!
Oh yeah!
IDIOT FRIENDS
Who's there for you when you are sad and down?
Idiot friends!
Who picks you up and smacks you all around?
Idiot friends!
Who's puts thorns on you?
So you can save the town.
Idiot friends, idiot friends, idiot friends!
Duh, duh, doo, doo, doo
Idiot Friends!
Duh, dee, dah, duh, duh, duh
Idiot Friends!
Doo De Da Da Doo Doo
You know SpongeBuck, Everyone knows what I've done for you.
Well, what have you got for me?
Who, helps you pick your pants up from the ground.
Thanks, buddy
Curses!
Only an idiot friend would do that!
Let's bring it on home, idiot friend
O.K.
Who lets you ride on his coffin?
Slaps you hard and often?
What do you and me have in common?
We're idiot friends...!
DEAD EYE
Ooohhhh, Bikini Gulch,
Was a purdy place,
With sweet water and blue sky...
'Till one day a beast,
Come a-riding from the east,
By the name of old dead eye.
(All: 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 (She cries)
That no good goon,
Wants my saloon,
and the I.O.U.'s due tomorra' noon,
If we don't get some help here real sooooooooon...
All krusty kantina customers
We'll lose everything we own to dead eye.
We'd stop him if we weren't so scared to try.
And if you think that's funny,
Let me tell you sonny,
You won't be laughing when you see... (Gasps)
His...(Gasps)
Big...(Gasps)
Red...(Gasps and sobs)
Dead eye!
All:
Dead eye!
Gary come home
Ooohhhh, Bikini Gulch,
Was a purdy place,
With sweet water and blue sky...
'Till one day a beast,
Come a-riding from the east,
By the name of old dead eye.
(All: 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 (She cries)
That no good goon,
Wants my saloon,
and the I.O.U.'s due tomorra' noon,
If we don't get some help here real sooooooooon...
All Krusty kantina customers:
We'll lose everything we own to dead eye.
We'd stop him if we weren't so scared to try.
And if you think that's funny,
Let me tell you sonny,
You won't be laughing when you see... (Gasps)
His...(Gasps)
Big...(Gasps)
Red...(Gasps and sobs)
Dead eye!
All:
Dead eye!
Poem of Patrick
A Poem
by Patrick Star
Roses are Blue.
Violets are Red.
I have to go to the bathroom
(swallows paper and burps loudly.)
Oh, if I'd only known when I woke up today,
I have stopped at me tailors along the way!
And had ten more pockets put on me pants
'Cause I think I hear a money avalanche!
Yodel-lay-ee-hoo!
Look at all this cash! Hey, look at all this money!
I hope me heart can take it! I'm all right, Sonny!
Industrial accidents can make quite a mess,
Unless you fall into a money press!
Oh, make me into money, Mr. 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 mounds of money and rivers of cash,
And a pool of coins to make a splash.
Oh, I'll open up a Krusty Krab with patties made of money.
They'll be delicious and expensive,
And taste like golden honey.
Money and gold, and treasure untold,
And all of it for me!
Goodbye Atlantis (Song).
Goodbye Atlantis,
but we really have to go
back to a little town,
that is the greatest place I know.
back to Bikini Bottom.
I can hardly wait.
but what about the treasure?
it was really great.
I love Bikini Bottom
its where my Gary is.
but Atlantis had
that science stuff
in which I was a whiz.
soon ill see the Krusty Krab,
where I'm happily employed.
but Atlantis had the oldest bubble
which I cruelly destroyed!
you cant beat Bikini Bottom. no place is so nice.
but Atlantis was a fabulous artistic paradise.
sorry Squidward, but its the end of our Atlantean vacation
and back to my depressing life of quiet desperation.
Goodbye Atlantis, we are Bikini Bottom bound.
turn this bus around. we had our fun. we sure did
we are done. done for. we're on our way. cant we stay?
so now we say good-bye. I think I'm going to cry.
there's no place like home.
we are Bikini Bottom bound.
I cant wait to get back home.
we are Bikini Bottom bound.
we are Bikini Bottom bound.
I even love the sound.
Goodbye Atlantis.
Bikini Bottom is the greatest place to be!
Goodbye Atlantis.
we are Bikini Bottom bound.
I Will Try (Song)
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,
To blow a bubble,
That will last all day...(To blow a bubble that will last...)
(Bum Bum...All Day...)
Back in Encino (Song)
It was out of sight.
You got to believe.
I'm back in Encino
You got to believe
I'm back in Encino
Got to believe.
And everything's all right.
The sky above and
The ground below.
Bring me,
Back to Encino.
It was lost,
Some time ago.
Now I'm just glad,
To be back home.
You got to believe.
I'm back in Encino
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 alright.
I'm back in Encino.
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 alright.
Our Favorite Things (Song)
Sing? sing a song?
A song of wanting to move along,
To a land of all our dreams <the bus lifts, but falls when SpongeBob hit's a wrong note> (Whoop, sorry)
To a land of all our dreams,
Can finally come true.
A bubble I long for,
That so eludes me,
But soon enough I will see.
(Mr. Krabs)
Well that's just splendid boy.
A land where it rains money,
More than you can spend
With 5s, 10s, and 50s
Then I'll want to be your friend.
(Mr. Krabs laughs)
(Plankton)
Ha ha ha!
Such a valiant desire.
heh heh heh!
The lost weapons of Atlantis,
the most advanced of all time.
As Soon as this dopey song is done,
I plan to make it mine!
ha ha ha
(Sandy)
Ya'll hear something?
I can hardly believe that there’s,
A lost city where,
Having smarts are more important,
Than being pretty.
With all their advanced science,
And my painfully enlarged mind.
I bet we could figure out how to make wondrous things
Like melons with edible rinds.
(Squidward)
As a conscious of fine art,
I'm proud to say
I've always seen things in my own special way.
"Artlantis," with their glorious aesthetics,
I'll cop their style and in a while!
My art will be prophetic.
(Patrick)
I'm Patrick, I’m Patrick,
Patrick, Patrick, Patrick,
And i like...um...I don't know what I like.
So Many Weapons (Song)
Oh what a beautiful sight,
Weapons as far as the eye can see.
But which one will be the right for me?
How do I pick?
Which one will do the trick?
Which is best to guarentee eternal rest?
So many weapons,
How do I choose?
Look at this one with 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 miney moe. I pick you, now let's go!
The Germ Warrior (Song)
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 karate!
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!
Pick up a Pencil (Song)
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 call me Sir Real, (Pun on surreal)
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.
Any way you carve it,
I am art, and art is me.
Ask your mama or your dada,
To tell you about the schism,
Between minimalism and cubism.
My personality may be of the cynical type,
But I finally found something that lives up to the hype.
I can say honestly with a great certainty,
That Atlantis where I spend the eternity
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