Deep Deep Trouble Lyrics

Deep Deep Trouble lyrics

Bart: 

Let me start at the start, then take it away 

My name is Simpson, Bartholomew 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 the sudden, trouble started to grow 

Alarm was buzzin', I was snoozin' 

Supposed to get up now, but I was refusing 

To let reality become an intrusion 

'Cause in dreamy-dreamland I was cruisin' 

But the buzz kept buzzin', my head kept fuzzin' 

Gave the radio a throw and heard an explosion 

I opened up my eyes to my surprise 

There stood Homer and his temperature rised 

I will chillin', he was yellin' 

Face all distored, 'cause he was propellin' 

It wasn't what he said, but more of his tone 

The usual jibe, put your nose to the grind-stone 

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-up Singers: 

Trouble! Deep, deep trouble! 

Wanted to snuggle! Deep, deep trouble! 



Bart: 

So I'm in the front yard mowing like crazy 

Sweating like a pig and the sun is blazy 

Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car 

With Mom and Lis, I hope they're going real far 

Then 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, speed up the mow 

Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree 

Went Keee! Pisssssh! 

Sprayin' on me! I go, "Whoa!" Homer goes --- 



Homer: 

D'oh! Now you can't go, to the boat show! 



Bart: 

This is my thanks for working my butt off 

Homer starts the moter 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... 



Back-up Singers: 

Trouble! Deep, deep trouble! 

The one who gets double! Deep, deep trouble! 



Bart: 

As soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on a lawn 

Looking at the sky with my sunshades on 

Now I never ever claimed that I was a smarty 

But inspiration hits me: "Let's have a party!" 

I called up my posse. They were here in a flash 

They brought all their pals, we started to thrash! 

There was rompin', and stompin', an occasional crash 

A fist fight or two, a 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 is silent except for my moan 

And the low breasy tone of a saxophone 

They look at me, then they go into a huddle 

Get the sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble 



Back-up Singers: 

Trouble! Deep, deep Trouble! 

You're in trouble! Deep, deep trouble! 



Bart: 

There's a little epilogue to my tale of sadness 

I was dragged down the block by His Royal Dadness 

We rounded the corner and came to a stop 

Threw me inside Jake's the 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 bein' in deep, deep trouble! 



Back-up Singers: Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!Nothing but trouble 

Deep deep trouble!(repeated) 

Bart: Oh, come on man.