Karaoké Deep, Deep Trouble Les Simpson (Nancy Cartwright)

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 a sudden trouble started to grow

Alarm was buzzin'

I was snoozin' supposed to get

Up now but I was refusin' to let reality

Become an intrusion 'cos in dreamy dream land

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 rise

I was chillin' he was yellin' face all distorted 'cos

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

So I'm in the front yard mowing 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 they're goin' real far

Then Dad yells and I go yo

He goes and I go no

So he goes so I step on the gas to speed up the mow

Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree

Wham Ka splssssh rainin' on me

I go woah, Homer goes this is my thanks after workin' my butt off

Homer revs the motor 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

As soon as they're gone

I'm stretched on the lawn

Lookin' at the sky with my sun shades on

Now I'd never ever claim that I was a smartie

But inspiration hits me let's have a party

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 fistfight 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 and 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 the sinking sensation I'm

In deep deep trouble

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 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 being

In deep deep trouble