Brilla, Brilla Patricio Estrella

Shine, shine, Patrick Star
I made a sandwich
My mom called it Berto
Tastes like fried beans
And smells like death

It's tough to write stuff
So I used a sharp pencil
Sharp pointy, sharp pointy
What’s that awful smell?

I have a head
That ends in a point
Sharp pointy, sharp pointy

This song is done
Except for this line
You won this round
Broccoli!