Deep Deep Trouble - The Simpsons
Bart
Go to your room
Yeah right
*Trouble trouble*
Well you're damned if you do
are we talking about )
Well you're damned if you do
your sense of humour )
Well you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
Bart
Let me start at the start
Then take it away
My name is Simpson Bartholemew J
That's Bart with an art
And a capital be
Then Simp plus S-O-N that's me
Introductions aside
Let's move right along
You can all sing along
At the sound of the gong
Once upon a time about a week ago
All of a sudden trouble started to grow
Alarm was buzzin'
I was snoozin'
S'posed to get up now
But I was refusin'
To let reality become an intrusion
'Cause in dreamy-dream land I was cruisin'
But the buzz kept buzzin'
My head kept buzzin'
Gave the radio a throw
And heard an explosion
Opened up my eyes and to my surprise
There stood Homer
And his temperature risin'
I was chillin' he was yellin'
Face all distorted
'Cause he was propellin'
It wasn't what he said
But more of his tone
The usual jive
Put your nose to the grindstone
I said real sorry
But that didn't cut it
I started to protest but Dad said
Shut it
Get up Mow the lawn
Move it On the double
'Cause if you don't
You're in deep deep trouble
Trouble
Deep deep trouble
Run into trouble
Where's your sense of humour man
Deep deep trouble
And they go a little something like this
So I'm in the front yard
Mowin' like crazy
Sweatin' like a pig
And the sun is blazing
Homer's in the driveway
Getting in the car
With Mom and Lisa
Hope they're going real far
The dad yells
Bart
And I go Yo
He goes
You done yet
And I go No
So he goes
Oh You're too slow
So I step on the gas
To speed up the mow
Didn't see that sprinkler
Underneath that tree
Wham Ccchhh Pssshh Raining on me
I go Whoa Homer goes
D'oh
Now you can't go to the boatshow
This is my thanks
After working my butt off
Homer revs the motor
And they all start to putt off
Soaked to the bone standing in a puddle
No-one needs to tell me
I'm in deep deep trouble
Trouble
-Go to your room -Bart -Yeah right
-Bart go to your room
Deep deep trouble
Go to your room
Bart
Oh gimme a break
The young begins the trouble
Deep deep trouble
Well you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
As soon as they're gone
I'm stretched on the lawn
Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades on
Now I've never ever
Claimed that I was a smarty
But inspiration hits me
Lets have a party
Called up my posse
They were here in a flash
They brought all their pals
We started to thrash
There was romping and stomping
An occasional crash
A fist fight or two
And Nintendo for cash
We raided the fridge
Dogs raided the trash
I got a little worried
When the windows got smashed
The next thing you know
Mom and Dad are home
The kids disappear and I'm all alone
Everything's silent except for my moan
And the low bluesy tone of a saxophone
They look at me then they go into a huddle
Get this sinking sensation
I'm in deep deep trouble
Trouble
Deep deep trouble
Hey What is this
Don't keep trouble
Deep deep trouble
Go to your room
Okey dokey
Bart
There's a little epilogue
To my tale of sadness
I was dragged down the street
By his Royal Dadness
We rounded the corner
And came to a stop
Threw me inside Jake's Barber Shop
I said Please Sir
Just a little off the top
Dude shaved me bare gave me a lollipop
So on my head there's nothing but stubble
Man I hate being in deep deep trouble
Trouble
Well you're damned if you do
Trouble Trouble
Well you're damned if you do
Deep deep trouble
Well you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
Nothing but trouble
Well you're damned if you do
are we talking about )
Well you're damned if you do
Deep deep trouble
Well you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
Trouble
Deep deep trouble
Deep deep trouble
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