Let me start at the start
then take it away
My name is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
That’s Bart with an «Art»
And a captial B
Then «Simp» plus «Son»
That’s me
Introductions aside lets 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’
‘sposed 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 fuzzin’
gave the radio a throw and heard and explosion
opened up my eyes and to my surprise
there stood Homer and his temperature rised
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! «
Chorus
Trouble
Deep Deep Trouble
So I’m in the front yard
mowin’ like crazy
sweatin’ like a pig and the sun is blazin’
Homer’s in the driveway gettin’ in the car
with Mom & Lisa
Hope their goin’ real far
Then Dad yells «Bart!»
and I go «Yo!»
He goes «Ya done yet?»
and I say «No»
so he goes «Ohhh, you’re too slow.»
So I step on the gas to speed up the mow
didn’t see that sprinkler
underneath that tree
Wham! Ker-pshhh!
Rainin’ on me
I go «Woah!»
Homer goes «Doh! Now you can’t go
to the boat show.»
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
Chorus
Trouble
Deep Deep Trouble
As soon as their gone
I’m stretched on a lawn
Lookin’ at the sky with my sun shades on
Now I’ve never ever claimed that I was smartie
But inspriation 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’ & stompin’
an occasional crash
a fist fight 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 & Dad are home
the kids disappear and I’m all alone
everythings 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 sinkin’ sensation I’m in deep deep trouble
Chorus
Trouble
Deep Deep Trouble
There’s a little epilogue to my tail of saddness
I was dragged down the street by his royal dadness
we rounded the corner and came to stop
threw me inside Jakes the barber shop
I said «Please sir, just a little of 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
Chorus
Trouble
Deep Deep Trouble
Fade to end
