He's flying, he's flying, he's really, really flying!
They laughed, they scoffed, before I had liftoff,
But now he's flying, he's flying high in the sky
I'd love to hang around to say, "I told you so!"
But it's off to Jellyfish Fields I go.
Roads and streets are not for me.

Help! Please help! My snail is up a tree
I've had her since I was a little girl,
But now it looks like the end of her world

I have never felt so free.
High in the sky is the place for me.
Helping friends from up above.
These are the things that I love.
I'll help Mr. Krabs reclaim his dime.
And I'll save Patrick from this mime.
Even Plankton needs some help,
w hen he gets tangled in the ke-eh-elp!
Plankton: (not singing) Please put me down.