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Bart:
Let me start at the start, then take it away
My name is Simpson, Bartholomew J.
That`s Bart with an `art` and a capital `B`
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 the sudden, trouble started to grow
Alarm was buzzin`, I was snoozin`
Supposed to get up now, but I was refusing
To let reality become an intrusion
`Cause in dreamy-dreamland I was cruisin`
But the buzz kept buzzin`, my head kept fuzzin`
Gave the radio a throw and heard an explosion
I opened up my eyes to my surprise
There stood Homer and his temperature rised
I will chillin`, he was yellin`
Face all distored, `cause he was propellin`
It wasn`t what he said, but more of his tone
The usual jibe, put your nose to the grind-stone
I said I`m real sorry, but that didn`t cut it.
I started to protest, but Dad said
Homer:
Shut it! Get up, mow the lawn! Move it on the double!
`Cause if you don`t, you`re in deep, deep, trouble!
Back-up Singers:
Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Wanted to snuggle! Deep, deep trouble!
Bart:
So I`m in the front yard mowing like crazy
Sweating like a pig and the sun is blazy
Homer`s in the driveway, gettin` in the car
With Mom and Lis, I hope they`re going real far
Then Dad yells ---
Homer: Bart!
Bart: And I go, `Yo!` He goes ---
Homer: You done yet?
Bart: And I go, `No.` So he goes ---
Homer: Oh, you`re too slow!
Bart:
So I step on the gas, speed up the mow
Didn`t see that sprinkler underneath that tree
Went Keee! Pisssssh!
Sprayin` on me! I go, `Whoa!` Homer goes ---
Homer:
D`oh! Now you can`t go, to the boat show!
Bart:
This is my thanks for working my butt off
Homer starts the moter and they all start to `putt off
Soaked to the bone, standin` in a puddle...
No one needs to tell me I`m in deep, deep trouble...
Back-up Singers:
Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
The one who gets double! Deep, deep trouble!
Bart:
As soon as they`re gone, I`m stretched on a lawn
Looking at the sky with my sunshades on
Now I never ever claimed that I was a smarty
But inspiration hits me: `Let`s have a party!`
I called up my posse. They were here in a flash
They brought all their pals, we started to thrash!
There was rompin`, and stompin`, an occasional crash
A fist fight or two, a 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 is silent except for my moan
And the low breasy tone of a saxophone
They look at me, then they go into a huddle
Get the sinking sensation I`m in deep, deep trouble
Back-up Singers:
Trouble! Deep, deep Trouble!
You`re in trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Bart:
There`s a little epilogue to my tale of sadness
I was dragged down the block by His Royal Dadness
We rounded the corner and came to a stop
Threw me inside Jake`s the 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 bein` in deep, deep trouble!