Lyricist : Your Boy Sponge/STY MUSIC
Composer : Your Boy Sponge/STY MUSIC
Ha, ha
Wake up in the morning, and I feel so sad
'Cause I got to go to the Krusty Krab
On the register, workin' for a third of my day
But I don't make bands and I don't get paid
Ride back to the crib, and I'm all alone
Yeah, I thought I'd make it big, but I'm lost in space
I really thought I'd make it big
But it's just another day for a squid
Got neighbors who I can't stand (Not at all)
I'm in the air and I can't land (Gonna fall)
I'm working on the reg', clarinet, go to bed
Full of dread, stress like "I wish that I would drop dead" (Ha)
Taking L's, in the water like locean (Ha)
I wish I got my money movin' with motion
But now I'm fumblin', stumblin', crumblin'
Dumb little sponge, and a crab that pulls my puppet strings (Ha)
Oh, why did I think my life would turn out any better
I wish I had a little refreshеr, but I get rain on my parade, bad weathеr
Oh, why did I think I would turn out any different
I guess my life's a game, I'm not winnin'
Oh, mother be forgiving (Ha)
Wake up in the morning, and I feel so sad (Ha, ha)
'Cause I got to go to the Krusty Krab
On the register, workin' for a third of my day (Ha, ha)
But I don't make bands and I don't get paid
Ride back to the crib, and I'm all alone
Yeah, I thought I'd make it big, but I'm lost in space
I really thought I'd make it big (Make it big)
But it's just another day for a squid
Wish that I could just quit
Go hide in my house, like a lone squid
Wishing for the day that I get noticed
Yeah, I wanna blow up like a explosive (You can hate)
Aye, I don't care about nobody's business (Ha)
But every single day, I wanna go ballistic (Ha, ha)
On my knees, sick, when I wanna be big
Like a Spongehenge statue, monolithic
I wanna be a Star, no Patrick
I wanna be the man, with some fans in the stands
And the grandest arenas contracted
Whenever Squiddy on the stage, he's cracked at it
Makin' waves, I'm the real big one
Krabs can come and catch hands with me, son
Being better than the Squiddy is a fantasy, son
Just me, I don't need me a sponge (Ha, ha)
Wake up in the morning, and I feel so sad
'Cause I got to go to the Krusty Krab
On the register, workin' for a third of my day
But I don't make bands and I don't get paid
Ride back to the crib, and I'm all alone
Yeah, I thought I'd make it big, but I'm lost in space
I really thought I'd make it big
But it's just another day for a squid
Hoo-ooh
Ha, ha
