Let me start at the start
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then take it away
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My name is Simpson, Bartholemew J.
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That's Bart with an "Art"
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And a captial B
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Then "Simp" plus "Son"
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That's me
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Introductions aside lets move right along
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You can all sing along at the sound of the gong
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Once upon a time
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about a week ago
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all of a sudden trouble started to grow
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alarm was buzzin'
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I was snoozin'
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'sposed to get up now but I was refusin'
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to let reality become an intrusion
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'cause in dreamy dream land I was cruisin'
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but the buzz kept buzzin'
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my head kept fuzzin'
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gave the radio a throw and heard and explosion
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opened up my eyes and to my surprise
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there stood Homer and his temperature rised
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I was chillin'
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he was yellin'
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face all distorted cause he was propellin'
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It wasn't what he said but more of his tone
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The usual jive put your nose to the grindstone I said "I'm real sorry" but that didn't cut it
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I started to protest but dad said "Shut it!"
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"Get up
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mow the lawn,
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move it on the double
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cause if you don't you're in deep deep trouble! "
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Chorus
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Trouble
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Deep Deep Trouble
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So I'm in the front yard
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mowin' like crazy
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sweatin' like a pig and the sun is blazin'
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Homer's in the driveway gettin' in the car
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with Mom & Lisa
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Hope their goin' real far
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Then Dad yells "Bart!"
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and I go "Yo!"
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He goes "Ya done yet?"
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and I go "No"
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so he goes "Ohhh, you're too slow."
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So I step on the gas to speed up the mow
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didn't see that sprinkler
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underneath that tree
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Wham! Ker-pshhh!
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Rainin' on me
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I go "Woah!"
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Homer goes "Doh! Now you can't go
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to the boat show."
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This is my thanks after workin' my butt off?
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Homer revs the motor and they all start to putt off
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Soaked to the bone
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Standin' in a puddle
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No one needs to tell me I'm in deep deep trouble
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Chorus
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Trouble
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Deep Deep Trouble
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As soon as their gone
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I'm stretched on a lawn
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Lookin' at the sky with my sun shades on
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Now I've never ever claimed that I was smartie
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But inspriation hits me "Let's have a party!"
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Called up my posse they were here in a flash
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they brought all their pals we started to thrash
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there was rompin' & stompin'
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an occasional crash
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a fist fight or two
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and Nintendo for cash
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we raided the fridge
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dogs raided the trash
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I got a little worried when the windows got smashed
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the next thing you know Mom & Dad are home
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the kids disappear and I'm all alone
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everythings silent except for my moan
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and the low bluesy tone of a Saxophone
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They look at me then they go into a huddle
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get the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep deep trouble
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Chorus
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Trouble
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Deep Deep Trouble
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There's a little epilogue to my tail of saddness
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I was dragged down the street by his royal dadness
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we rounded the corner and came to stop
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threw me inside Jakes the barber shop
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I said "Please sir, just a little of the top."
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Dude shaved me bare gave me a lollipop
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so on my head there's nothing but stubble
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man I hate being in deep deep trouble
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Chorus
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Trouble
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Deep Deep Trouble
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Fade to end
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Deep, Deep Trouble
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| The Simpsons |
