F U N

[Intro – Rapid detuned ukulele picking, accordion wheezing in and out] (Fast sharp picks… accordion dragging slow behind it) …he taught Plankton the letters… Now the letters teach back… F… U… N… (Accordion wheeze, picking kicks harder) Down here… the tune won’t quit. [Verse 1] F is for the friends in the pineapple after dark U is for the undercurrent pulling through the dark N is for the neighbors who never found the dock SpongeBob stood there grinning, teaching every clock Patrick on the table, pieces lined up in a row Each one peeled clean while the sponge kept the show Squidward’s clarinet went squeeze-box, buttons popping through Every note came louder, and the water turned blue-black too He kept on stepping through the song like it was easy Like the letters still meant something when the room got greasy [Chorus] F is for friends who do stuff together U is for you and me N is for anywhere and anytime at all Down here in the deep red sea F.U.N. F.U.N. Turn it up again The accordion wheezes, the ukulele grins F.U.N. He still knows every letter He just sings ’em with teeth [Verse 2] Plankton slid in thinking he could catch the meaning SpongeBob cracked a bigger smile and started changing the seasoning F turned to the feel of the feast in the room U turned to the us of it, humming into bloom N turned to the no that never quite arrived Gary tapped the rhythm while the chorus stayed alive Sandy’s dome fogged over, but she kept the count Mr. Krabs heard the ching and leaned into the sound Every time the sponge hit “N,” another customer came through And stayed for one more round like the melody was new The fryer stayed hot The beat stayed bright The song kept bouncing off the walls all night [Chorus] F is for friends who do stuff together U is for you and me N is for anywhere and anytime at all Down here in the deep red sea F.U.N. F.U.N. Turn it up again The accordion wheezes, the ukulele grins F.U.N. He still knows every letter He just sings ’em with teeth [Bridge] F is for friends… But the friends are parts now Stacked where the couch used to be The picking never slows The accordion keeps rolling through the alphabet Even after the mouths stop moving Fun… fun… fun… [Outro] Rapid ukulele keeps picking the same three letters Accordion drags one last bright chord and dies Pineapple still standing Inside, SpongeBob’s still humming Still smiling Still teaching the song To whatever’s left that can hear it. (Picking fades into wet silence) Tizm script it, ZERO finish it. tizm on the track, zero got the strap.