John Boylan - 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! [Verse 1] 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, 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, (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, [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 bu*t 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, [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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, [Hook] 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! [Verse 4] 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, [Hook] 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