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