Deep, Deep Trouble

Bart! Go to your room Yeah, right Well, you're damned if you do (What are we talking about?) Well, you're damned if you do (Where's 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 B Then Simp, plus SON, 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 (D'oh!) 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 I'm 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 Then 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 Well, you're damned if you do I know the answer 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 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 on 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 D'oh Oh Bart! Oh, gimme a break Deep, deep trouble Hey, what is this? Don't keep trouble Go to your room Oh yeah Bart, go to your room 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 Aw, come on, man Well, you're damned if you do (What are we talking about?) Well, you're damned if you do Deep, deep trouble (Where's your sense of humour?) Well, you're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't Trouble Deep, deep trouble Ha ha ha, ha ha Deep, deep trouble