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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.
Bart:
Permítanme empezar por el principio, y luego se lo quite
Mi nombre es Simpson, Bartholomew J.
Eso es a Bart con un 'arte' y 'B' mayúscula
Entonces 'simp' plus 'hijo' ese soy yo
La introducción de un lado, vamos a pasar a la derecha por
Todos pueden cantar junto con el sonido del gong
Érase una vez, una semana atrás
Todos los problemas repentinos, comenzó a crecer
Alarma buzzin ', me snoozin'
Supone que debe llegar hasta ahora, pero se niega
Para permitir que la realidad se vuelven una intrusión
Porque en la tierra de los sueños de ensueño-me Cruisin '
Sin embargo, los rumores mantienen buzzin ', mantuvo la cabeza fuzzin'
Dio a la radio un tiro y escuchó una explosión
Abrí mis ojos, para mi sorpresa
Allí estaba Homero y rised su temperatura
Me Chillin ', fue gritar'
Frente a todos los distored, porque él era propellin '
No fue lo que dijo, sino más bien su tono de voz
La mofa de costumbre, puso la nariz a la muela de piedra
Le dije que siento mucho, pero eso no es suficiente.
Comencé a protestar, pero dijo papá
Homero:
Cállate! Levántate, cortar el césped! Moverlo en el doble!
Porque si no, estás en muy, muy profundo
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
The Simpsons
Deep, Deep Trouble
Deep, Deep Trouble
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.
The Simpsons
Deep, Deep Trouble
Deep, Deep Trouble
Bart:
Permítanme empezar por el principio, y luego se lo quite
Mi nombre es Simpson, Bartholomew J.
Eso es a Bart con un 'arte' y 'B' mayúscula
Entonces 'simp' plus 'hijo' ese soy yo
La introducción de un lado, vamos a pasar a la derecha por
Todos pueden cantar junto con el sonido del gong
Érase una vez, una semana atrás
Todos los problemas repentinos, comenzó a crecer
Alarma buzzin ', me snoozin'
Supone que debe llegar hasta ahora, pero se niega
Para permitir que la realidad se vuelven una intrusión
Porque en la tierra de los sueños de ensueño-me Cruisin '
Sin embargo, los rumores mantienen buzzin ', mantuvo la cabeza fuzzin'
Dio a la radio un tiro y escuchó una explosión
Abrí mis ojos, para mi sorpresa
Allí estaba Homero y rised su temperatura
Me Chillin ', fue gritar'
Frente a todos los distored, porque él era propellin '
No fue lo que dijo, sino más bien su tono de voz
La mofa de costumbre, puso la nariz a la muela de piedra
Le dije que siento mucho, pero eso no es suficiente.
Comencé a protestar, pero dijo papá
Homero:
Cállate! Levántate, cortar el césped! Moverlo en el doble!
Porque si no, estás en muy, muy profundo
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
