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Deep, Deep Trouble (Nothing But Trouble) - Audio Idols

Bart

Go to your room

Yeah right

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 be

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'

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

You got you get trouble

Deep deep trouble

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

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

Go to your room

Deep deep trouble

Go to your room

You got you get trouble

Deep deep trouble

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

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

Trouble

Deep deep trouble

Don't you get trouble

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 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 deep deep trouble

You got you get trouble

Deep deep trouble

Trouble

Deep deep trouble

You got to get trouble

Deep deep trouble