Bummer Vacation Songtext

von SpongeBob SquarePants

Mr.
Krabs: Squidward!
Sponge
Bob!
Just put me out of my misery.
Sponge
Bob: Why, Mr.
Krabs?
What could be wrong on this fine day?
Mr.
Krabs: Fine?! Today's not the day for that word, boy.
Not after I received this letter from the Fry Cooks Union.
It says here fry cook Sponge
Bob Square
Pants has accumulated too much vacation time.
And if you don't take some time off, I'll have to pay a fine. Sponge
Bob: Time off?
Mr.
Krabs: Oh, I guess there's no other way to say this...
Sponge
Bob, take a vacation.
Sponge
Bob: Aye aye, Mr.
Krabs. Mr.
Krabs: Well, that went better than expected.
Sponge
Bob: I'm ready, vacation.
I'm ready, vacation.
Vacation.
Vacation. Hey, Gary.
Gary: Meow?
Sponge
Bob: That's right, Gary, I am home early.
I'm on vacation.
Well, good night, Gary. Good morning, Krusty Krew!
Hello, Squidward.
Squidward: I thought you were on vacation.
Mr.
Krabs: He was and is.
I told you to take a vacation, boy.
Sponge
Bob: What's a vacation?
Mr.
Krabs: Well, a vacation is when you don't come into work.
Sponge
Bob: No work?!
But what'll I do all day?
Mr.
Krabs: Oh, I dunno.
Just go have fun or whatever.
I really don't care.
Ya just can't be here.
Sponge
Bob: But who will fry the patties and clean the grill while I'm gone?
Squidward can't do it all alone.
Squidward: Nor will I.
Mr.
Krabs: That's why I've hired an unpaid intern as your temporary replacement.
Patrick: Good morning, boss.
I'm ready for my first day.
Mr.
Krabs: Speaking of starfish, here's your replacement right here.
Sponge
Bob: Replacement?
Patrick: Hi, Sponge
Bob.
Mr.
Krabs: That's enough banter on my dime.
Patrick: Ok, boss.
Mr.
Krabs: Wait a second, Patrick.
You'll need the right tools for the job. Patrick: Wow. Huh!
They put a tiny me in the belly scratcher. Wow.
It scratches backs, too!
Mr.
Krabs: Ah, take it from me, Sponge
Bob.
Just go on home.
Enjoy your vacation.
Sponge
Bob: I really should tell Patrick the proper patty-flipping technique. Gary: Meow.
Sponge
Bob: I'm on vacation, Gary.
I'm not allowed to go to work. My stomach has receded!
Mr.
Krabs said I couldn't work at the Krusty Krab.
He didn't say I couldn't eat there.
This is my ticket back inside! Squidward: Go away, Sponge
Bob.
You're ruining my vacation...
From you.
Sponge
Bob: I'm not here to see you, Squidward.
Mr.
Krabs: Sponge
Bob, do we have to go through this again?
Sponge
Bob: I'm here as a customer not as an employee.
Just gonna grab a Krabby Patty with Patrick.
Mr.
Krabs: Alright, but lunch only.
If you so much as touch a spatuler, you'll be vacationing in Davey Jones' locker.
Sponge
Bob: You have my word, sir.
No working. Hey Pat, it's time for your lunch... Patrick, you can't do that!
Patrick: Huh?
Sponge
Bob: You need to turn up the grill to exactly 298 degrees Fahrenheit. Patrick, this is no way to treat a Krabby Patty.
Mr.
Krabs: Sponge
Bob!
What did I tell you about working?
Sponge
Bob: Wait, it's not what you think.
Mr.
Krabs: Out you go, boy.
Sponge
Bob: But my knowledge could help Patrick maintain the high standards of the Krusty Krab.
Mr.
Krabs: We've got it all under control here.
I don't want to see hide or tail of ya 'til your vacation is over.
You got that?
Sponge
Bob: Yes, Mr.
Krabs.
Mr.
Krabs: Well, boy... off ya go!
And don't come back 'til it's over. Sponge
Bob: Oh, what to do, what to do.
I know just the thing to get the spirits up.
The official Krusty Krab playset. Squidward: Sponge
Bob, I need 20 Krabby Patties on the double, please.
Sponge
Bob: Sure thing, Mr.
Squidward, sir.
20 Krabby Patties coming up.
Mr.
Krabs: Sponge
Bob, what are you doing here?
You're gonna cost me some loot if you don't get your square keister home.
Out, out, out until your vacation is over. Sponge
Bob: Oh, what to do on this boring vacation.
Hey, I know just the thing to get the ol' spirits up. Squidward: I need 20 Krabby Patties, please.
Sponge
Bob: Sure thing, ol' buddy, ol' Squid.
20 Krabby Patties coming...
Gary: Meow.
Sponge
Bob: You're right, Gary.
It is unhealthy to think of the Krusty Krab while I'm on vacation.
I need to get out of the house. Squidward: Uh, Mr.
Krabs, he's out there again.
Mr.
Krabs: I'll deal with this.
Boy, you're on Krusty Krab property.
Back it up. Further. Further. Further. Further. That'll do.
Sponge
Bob: Mr.
Krabs is right.
In order to enjoy my vacation, I need to stay away from work.
Physically and mentally. Hey, that reminds me of... Hold it right there, Mr.
Workaholic
Pants.
You're on vacation.
You just need to sit down and relax. That's more like it.
Just sit back and watch the clouds. That one's a jellyfish! That's a pirate ship. And that's low salt ketchup...
Whoa!
Low salt ketchup? Got your steaming, hot bun delivery here. Delivery Fish: Huh?
What's the big idea, here? Patrick: Hello?
Hello?
Hello? Huh, I didn't even know I had an ear. Hey, I just cleaned that one.
Sponge
Bob: Patrick, shhh.
Patrick: It talks!
Ahh! Sponge
Bob: Somebody help, I'm stuck! Mr.
Krabs!
Thank Neptune it's you.
I'm in a bit of a fix here. Mr.
Krabs? Noooo!! Uh oh.
Mr.
Krabs: Now what? Tsk, tsk, tsk. I've had enough for one day, son. Sponge
Bob: Thanks for the ride home, Mr.
Krabs.
Mr.
Krabs: Not a problem at all, me boy.
Sponge
Bob: Just take the next right. Mr.
Krabs, we just passed the turn off.
Mr.
Krabs: Uh-huh.
Sponge
Bob: My house is back that way, Mr.
K.
Mr.
Krabs: Far out, little man.
Far out. Sponge
Bob: Where'd you say you were taking me?
Mr.
Krabs: Look boy, I brought your spatuler. C'mon, boy, get it.
Get the spatuler.
Go get it! Enjoy your vacation, boy!
Sponge
Bob: It's not fair.
Why would Mr.
Krabs try so hard to get rid of me.
I'm only on vacation.
Unless, it's a... ...
Permanent vacation.
That's it!
Mr.
Krabs wants to replace me.
Oh, I should've known.
Patrick's had his eye on my job all along.
He's been scheming.
They think I'm outdated.
They think I'm all washed up.
Well, I'll show them. Patrick: Working at the Krusty Krab.
Making krabby patties all day.
Flipping Krusty Krab working patties krab...
Uhh, that's a hard song to remember. Huh?
Sponge
Bob: Who do they think they are?
I gave the best years of my life to this place and they think they can just fire like that?
Like trash?
I don't think so!
Patrick: Sponge
Bob?
Is that you?
Sponge
Bob: I've been waiting for you, Patrick! Patrick: Sponge
Bob, you're scaring me.
Ahh! Customer: One krabby patty, please.
Squidward: One shell on a shingle. Mr.
Krabs: Well, I'll be...
Patrick!
Your cooking's improved one-thousand fold.
Congratulations, boy, you've finally got the hang of it. Sponge
Bob?
No wonder.
Patrick could never flip that many patties in an hour.
What happened to that feller, anyway?
Sponge
Bob: Oh, I told him to stay home and watch television. Mr.
Krabs: Why'd you do it, laddy?
Sponge
Bob: Oh, Mr Krabs, I love the putrid grease of the Krusty Krab so much, I just couldn't stay away.
Mr.
Krabs: You don't have to. Your accumulated vacation time is used up. The union can't fine me, anymore.
Sponge
Bob: You must've saved a fortune.
Mr.
Krabs: Bumping barnacles, yes. There she is.
Sponge
Bob: Wow!
That's more than I make in a year.
Mr.
Krabs: Don't be askin me for a raise.
Just get back to work.
Sponge
Bob: Yippee!
I happily acquiesce.