The Simpsons - Deep, Deep Trouble lyrics

Homer: Bart! Marge: Go to your room
Bart: 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 humor?)
Well, you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't homer: 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 S-O-N, that's me
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 (Homer: 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
Homer: Shut it
Get up, mow the lawn, move it, On the double
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep
Deep trouble

Back: Trouble deep, deep trouble
Run into trouble
Bart: Where's your sense of humor, man?
Back: 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 the 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! You're too slow
Bart: 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 homer: D'oh!
Now you can't go to the boat show
Bart: 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

Back: Trouble marge: Go to your room
Homer: Bart! Bart: yeah, right
Marge: Bart, go to your room
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Marge: Go to your room homer: Bart!
Bart: Oh, gimme a break
Back: The young begins the trouble
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do
I know the answer well
You're damned if you do
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Bart: 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 hit's 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, 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
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

Back: Trouble homer: D'oh
Marge: Oh homer: Bart!
Bart: Oh, gimme a break
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Homer: Hey, what is this?
Back: Don't keep trouble
Marge: Go to your room lisa: Oh yeah
Marge: Bart, go to your room
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Marge: Go to your room bart: Okey, dokey
Homer: 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

Back: Trouble
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do
Back: Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't
Back: Nothing but trouble
Bart: Aw, come on, man
Well, you're damned if you do
(What are we talking about?) Well
You're damned if you do
Back: Deep, deep trouble
Bart: (Where's your sense of humor?)
Well, you're damned if you do
And you're damned if you don't back: Trouble
Deep, deep trouble bart: Ha ha ha, ha ha
Back: Deep, deep trouble