deep deep trouble - bart simpson

verse 1

let me start at the start, let's move right along

you can all sing along at the sound of a gong

once upon a time about um, we could go

all of a sudden, trouble started to grow

alarm was buzzin' i was snoozin

'suppost to get up now, but i was refusin

'till let reality became a intrusion

'cause in dreamy dream land, i was crusing

but the buzz kept buzzin my head kept fuzzin

gave my radio a throw and heard a explosion

opend up my eyes, and to my surprize

there stood homer and his temperture rise

i was chillin he was yellin

face all distorted 'casue he was propellin

i said "i'm real sorry" but didn't cut it

i started to protest but dad said (homer) Shut it

get up, mow the lawn move it on the double,

cuz if you don't your in deep deep trouble

verse 2

so i'm in the front yard mowin like crazy

sweatin like a pig and the sun is blazy

homer's in the driveway gettin in the car

with mom and lisa, hope to goin 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 your too slow"

(bart) so i step on the gas to speed up the mow

didn't see that sprinkler underneith that tree

wamp ker plush rainin on me

i go "waow" homer goes(homer) "doh"

"now you can't go to the mo joe"

(bart) soaked to the bone standin in the puddle

no one needs to tell me that i'm in deep deep trouble.

verse 3

as soon as their gone, i'm streched on the lawn

lookin at the sky with my sun shades on

now i've never ever claimed that i was a smarty

but insperation hits me "let's have a party"

called up my posies, they were here in a flash

they brought all their pals we started to thrash

thier was dropin stompin and an occational crash

a fist fight or two, and a nintendo for cash

we raided the trash 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 mown

and a low bluzy tone of a saxaphone

they look at me and then they get into a huddle

get the sinken sensation, i'm in deep deep trouble.

verse 4

there is 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 insid Jake's barber shop

i said "please sir, just a little off the top"

dude shaved me bare and gave me a lollypop

so on my head there is nothing but stubble

man i hate being in deep deep trouble.