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Yo, Hey what's happenin' dude I'm a guy with a rep for bein' rude Terrorizin' people wherever I go It's not intentional, just keepin' the flow Fixin' test scores to get the best scores Droppin' banana peels all over the floor I'm the kid that made delinquency an art Last name Simpson, first name Bart I'm here today to introduce the next phase The next step, in the big Bart craze I've got a dance real easy to do I learned it with no rythm and so can you So move your body if you got the notion Front to back in a rock-like motion Now thacha got it if you think you can Do it to the music - that's the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Ah front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman It wasn't long ago, just a couple of weeks I got in trouble, yeah, pretty deep Homer was yellin' (Bart!) Mom was too Because I put mothballs in the beef stew Punishment time, in the air lurks gloom Sittin' by myself confined to my room When all else fails nothin' else left to do I turn on the music so I can feel the groove Move your body if you got the notion Front to back in a rock-like motion Move your hips from side to side now Doncha slip, let your feet glide now If you've got the groove you gotta use it Rock-rhythm in time with the music You just might start a chain reaction If you can do the Bart you're bad like Michael Jackson Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, Everybody back and forth, from side to side Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, Pick your feet up off the floor, let 'em glide Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, She can do it, you can do it, so can I Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, Now here's a dance beat that ya can't deny Oh my ears! Lisa put that saxophone away You can't touch this! I didn't do it! Nobody saw me do it! You can't prove anything! Now I'm in the house, feelin' good to be home 'till Lisa starts blowin' that damn saxophone And if it was mine you know they'd take it away But I'm feelin' good so that's okay I'm up in my room just'a singin' a song Listenin' to the kick drum kickin' along Yeah Lisa likes jazz she's her number one fan But I know I'm bad 'cause I do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, Everybody back and forth, from side to side Do the Bartman Do the Bartman, She can do it, you can do it, so can I Move your body if you got the notion Front to back in a rock-like motion Move your hips from side to side now Doncha slip, let your feet glide now If you've got the groove you gotta use it Rock-rhythm in time with the music You just might start a chain reaction Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Everybody if you can do the Bartman Shake your body turn it out if you're bad man Front to back to the side yes you can, can Everybody in the house do the Bartman Oh wow, man! Enregistrer au Record One Studios, Sherman Oaks Ingénieur: Richard Cottrell Assistant: Julie Last, Bart Stevens Mixer au Larrabee Sound Studios par Bryan Loren Ingénieurs: Bryan Loren et Richard Cottrell Assistant: John Chamberlin © 1990 ATV Music Sorcerouse Labyrinth BMI
Bart: Hail, hail, Rock and Roll. Long live Rock and Roll. Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll. Hail, hail, Rock and Roll. Buster: Up in the morning and out to school, The teacher is teaching the Golden Rule. American history, practical math, You're studying hard, you're hoping to pass. Working your fingers right down to the bone, The guy behind you won't leave you alone. Bart: Ring, ring goes the bell, The truck in the lunchroom is ready to sell. You're lucky if you can find a seat; You're fortunate if you have time to eat. Back in the classroom, open your books, (man), The teacher don't know how mean she looks. Buster: Soon as three o'clock rolls around, Bart: I'm outta here, man, I'm going to town. Buster: You finally lay your burden down. Bart: I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown. Buster: Close up your books, get out of your seat, Bart: This is a plan that can't be beat. Buster: Down the hall and into the street. Bart: My dancing shoes are on my feet. Buster: Up to the corner, round the bend, Bart: If you can't handle this, just tell me when! Buster: Right to the juke joint, you go in. Bart: I'm here! I said, "It's me, Bartman." Bart et Buster: Drop the coin right into the slot, You've gotta hear something that's really hot. Don't want your love, your makin' romance, All day long you've been wanting to dance. (Whoa yeah.) I'm feeling the music from head to toe, Round and round and round you go. Bart et Buster: Hail, hail, Rock and Roll, Deliver me from the days of old. Long live Rock and Roll, The beat of the drum's loud and bold. Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll, The feeling is there, body and soul. Hail, hail, Rock and Roll. (Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.) Hail, hail, Rock and Roll. (Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.) Long live Rock and Roll, (Long live Rock and Roll.) Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll. (Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.) Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll. (Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.) Hail, hail, Rock and Roll. (Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.) (Whoa, mama!) Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp Assistant: Scott Mabuchi Enregistrements supplémentaires au Right Track Studios, New York City Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieurs: Mick Guzauski, Paul Grupp Assistant: Dave Levy © 1957 Isalee Music Publishing Co. BMI
Homer: Born under a bad sign, Been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all. Hard luck and trouble, Been my only friend. I been on my own, Ever since I was ten. Born under a bad sign, I been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all. I don't like to read, I can hardly write, My whole life has been One big fight. Born under a bad sign, I been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, I said I wouldn't have no luck at all. And that ain't no lie. You know, if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no kind of luck. If it wasn't for real bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all. You know fear of falling Is all I crave. A big bag of pork rinds Gonna carry me to my grave. Born under a bad sign, I been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck, I tell ya I wouldn't have no luck at all. Good take boys, yeah. I think now that I'm a blues singer, I should have some kind of name. How 'bout Muddy Simpson. No. Big Homer. T-Bone Homer. Blind Lemon Simpson. Blind Lemon-lime Homer. Blind Grapefruit Homer. Blind Strawberry Alarm Clock Homer. No that's... they used that. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp Enregistrements supplémentaires au Recording at Metropolis Studios, Melbourne, Australie Ingénieur: Ernie Rose Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieurs: Mick Guzauski Assistant: Duane Seykora © 1967 Irving Music Inc. BMI
Lisa: I've got a bratty brother, Who bugs me every day. This morning my old mother, Gave my last cupcake away. My dad he acts like, Like he belongs in the zoo. I'm the saddest kid, The saddest kid in Grade number two. I wish I had a pony, I wish I were eighteen, I wish I had a dime For every kid who treats me mean. They tease me 'cause I'm diff'rent, Little diff'rent from the rest, oh yes. Well, I'm down so low, If I cheered up, I'd still be depressed. The saxophone's my best friend, I play all over town. But when I practice in my room, I hear Homer: Lisa! Keep it down! Lisa: Although I'm only eight years old, I've really paid my dues, it's true. That's why I've got a case of, A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues. I wonder how I got here, I wonder what I'll be. The saddest little twig On this crazy family tree. I feel like I'm a loser, With nothing left to lose. That's why I've got a case of, A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues. Oh there's just no postponing, A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieurs: Mick Guzauski, Paul Grupp Assistant: Duane Seykora © 1990 Fox Film Musix Corp./Gracie Films Music/Hubba Bubba Music/Great Eastern Music BMI
Let me start at the start then take it away My name is Simpson, Bartholemew J. That's Bart with an "Art" And a captial B Then "Simp" plus "Son" That's me Introductions aside lets 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' 'sposed 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 fuzzin' gave the radio a throw and heard and explosion opened up my eyes and to my surprise there stood Homer and his temperature rised 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! " - Coeur - Trouble Deep Deep Trouble So I'm in the front yard mowin' like crazy sweatin' like a pig and the sun is blazin' Homer's in the driveway gettin' in the car with Mom & Lisa Hope their goin' real far Then Dad yells "Bart!" and I go "Yo!" He goes "Ya done yet?" and I say "No" so he goes "Ohhh, you're too slow." So I step on the gas to speed up the mow didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree Wham! Ker-pshhh! Rainin' on me I go "Woah!" Homer goes "Doh! Now you can't go to the boat show." This is my thanks after workin' my butt off? Homer revs the motor 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 - Coeur - Trouble Deep Deep Trouble As soon as their gone I'm stretched on a lawn Lookin' at the sky with my sun shades on Now I've never ever claimed that I was smartie But inspriation hits me "Let's have a party!" Called up my posse they were here in a flash they brought all their pals we started to thrash there was rompin' & stompin' 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 & Dad are home the kids disappear and I'm all alone everythings silent except for my moan and the low bluesy tone of a Saxophone They look at me then they go into a huddle get the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep deep trouble - Coeur - Trouble Deep Deep Trouble There's a little epilogue to my tail of saddness I was dragged down the street by his royal dadness we rounded the corner and came to stop threw me inside Jakes the barber shop I said "Please sir, just a little of 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 - Coeur - Trouble Deep Deep Trouble Enregistrer au Warehouse Studios,, Philadelphie et au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: John Moyer et Guy DeFazio Assistants: Victor Cooke et Jesse Kanner Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Mick Guzauski Assistant: Jeff Rach © 1990 Fox Film Musix Corp./Gracie Films Music/Guck Music BMI
Lisa: Um. Can you hear me in the booth? Booth: Loud and clear, Lisa. Lisa: Oh, good. Thank you, sir, for letting me be in a real studio. It's a genuine thrill, sir. Could I trouble you with one request? Booth: Sure thing. Lisa: No synthetic sound please. I want all live musicians. Lisa: Them that's got, shall get. Them that's not, shall lose. So the Bible says, And it still is news. Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem. God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own. It's the strong get smart, While the weak ones fade. And if I get stumped, They'll never make the grade. Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem. God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own. When you've got money, You've got lots of friends, Crowded 'round the door. But when it's gone, And all else find an ends, They don't come round no more. Which relations give, Crust of bread and such. You can help yourself, But don't take too much. Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem. God bless the child that's got his own, That's got his own. Murphy: Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful. Lisa: Thank you, Mr. Murphy. Murphy: Now let's play a little blues. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio et Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Mick Guzauski Assistant: Brett Swain © 1941 Edward B. Marks Music Corp. BMI
Homer: Ah. Hm-hm. Marge? I was born to make you happy. I think you're just my style. Everywhere I go, Tellin' everyone I know, Baby I love to see you smile. Marge: Don't want to take a trip to China. Don't want to sail up the Nile. Wouldn't want to get too far, From where you are, 'Cause I love to see you smile. Homer: In the Summer, in the Springtime, Winter or Fall. The only place I want to be Is where I can see you smile at me. Homer: Like a sink without a faucet. Marge: Like a watch without a dial. Homer et Marge: What would I do, if I didn't have you? I love to see you smile. Marge: In the Summer, in the Springtime, Winter or the Fall. The only place I want to be Is where I can see you smile at me. Homer: In a world that's full of trouble, You make it all worthwhile. Homer et Marge: What would I do, if I didn't have you? Oh, I love to see you smile. Mmm, I love to see you smile. Marge: I mean that sincerely, Homer. Homer: I know. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, Jesse Kanner et Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Mick Guzauski Assistant: Brett Swain © 1989 MCA Music Publishing. a division of MCA Inc./Twice as Nice Music ASCAP
Marge: A-hmm. Today's special is Springfield Soul Stew. We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it. Well, we're gonna tell ya right now. Hmm-hmm. Gimme about a half a teacup of bass. Now, I need a pound of fatback drums. Now, gimme four tablespoons of boilin' Springfield guitar; This is gonna taste alright. Hmm. Delicious. Mmm. Now just a little pinch of organ. Now, gimme half a pint of horn. Place on the burner, and bring to a boil. Yep. That's it, that's it, that's it, right there. Now beat. Well, take it Lisa. Ooh. Thank you. Mmm. Now, let's take it on home, 'Cause we gotta go home. That's my girl. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, et Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Paul Grupp Assistant: Guy DeFazio © 1967 Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp. BMI/Titre original "Memphis Soul Stew"
Burns: Smithers. Smithers: Hm? Burns: Turn on the surveillance monitors. Smithers: Yes sir! Burns: Hm. It's worse than I thought. Burns: Each morning at nine, They trickle through the gate; They go home early; They come in late. Reeking of cheap liquor, They stumble through the day; Never give a thought To honest work for honest pay. I know it shouldn't vex me, I shouldn't take it hard, I should ignore their capering With a kingly disregard. Burns: But, look at all those idiots, Ooh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons, A factory full of fools. Is it any wonder, that I'm singing, Singing the blu-u-ues. Smithers: Yours is a heavy burden, sir. Burns: I'm just getting started. Burns: They make personal phone calls, On company time. They Xerox their buttocks, And guess who pays the dime. Their blatant thievery wounds me, Their ingratitude astounds! I long to lure them to my home, And them release the hounds! I shouldn't grow unsettled When faced with such abuse. I shouldn't let it plague me, I shouldn't blow a fuse. Burns: But, look at all those idiots, Ooh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons, A factory full of fools. Is it any wonder, that I'm singing, Singing the blu-u-ues. Burns: What happened? Where are the instruments? Smithers: I believe they call this a breakdown, sir. Burns: I can't have any breakdowns here! What if there was an inspector around? Smithers: Ho. I'm a little out of practice, sir. Burns: I said do it! So, do it! do it! do it!! Smithers: Yes, sir. Ah-ha. Hahahaha. Burns: Yes, excellent. Well done. All right, it's beginning to grate. That'll be sufficient, Smithers. Smithers: Excuse me? Burns: I said that's enough! Smithers: Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working. Burns: Humph. Burns: That man by the cooler, Drinking water, as if it's free. Smithers: Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir. A drone from sector 7-G. Burns: Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office, And then stay to watch the fun. If he's six feet when he enters, He'll be two feet when I'm done. Smithers: Ha-ha-ha-ha. Burns: It brings a ray of sunshine To my unhappy life, To make him kneel before me, And slowly twist the knife. Burns: Look at all those idiots, D'oh, look at all those boobs. An office full of morons, A factory full of fools. Is it any wonder, that I'm singing, Singing the blu-u-ues. Smithers: Take me home, sir. Burns: I'm trying. Burns: Surrounded by idiots, Outnumbered by boobs. An office full of morons, A planet full of fools. Is it any wonder, I'm singing, Smithers: Maybe you should be singing, sir. Burns: Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues. (Back: Look at all those idiots.) Smithers: Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and (Back: Office full of morons.) Smithers: cheerful, by comparison. Burns: Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but (Back: Is it any wonder.) Burns: heartfelt compliment. I feel like I got a few things off my chest, and onto the chests of my inferiors. Smithers: You did. (Back: Look at all those idiots.) Burns: Why are they still playing? Smithers: Um... (Back: Office full of morons.) Burns: They're not still on salary, are they? Smithers: We're not validating their parking, sir. (Back: Is it any wonder.) Burns: They're paying for their own coffee, now. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, et Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Paul Grupp Assistant: Guy DeFazio © 1990 Coconino Music / Fox Film Music Corp./Gracie Films Music/Great Eastern Music BMI/TCF Music Publishing Inc./Tanko Music/Dobbs Music ASCAP
Lisa et Bart: Our life is so confusing, No reason and no rhyme. We've got this funny feeling, Getting old before our time. Gimme what ya got, Gimme what ya got, I know what ya got, Gimme what ya got. Lisa: What kind of love brings such confusion? Bart: Shuts out the sun and kills all glee. Lisa et Bart: What are these blues we're here to tell you? It's sibling rivalry. I don't wanna share, Wanna make you nuts, Gimme what ya got, Gotta have it all. Bart: Sometimes I see her doing homework, Lisa: I'm working hard all by myself. Bart: And who can stand a happy sister. Lisa: He hates I don't require help. Back: Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Bart: I put a spider on her shoulder. (Back: Oh, ya, wooh.) Lisa: I'm not aware that it is fake. (Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh.) Bart: I ask her what the heck that thing is. (Back: Eeww!) Lisa: I turn and start; I scream and shake. (Back: Scream and shake!) Bart: Whhhhhhhy does it feel so good? My dear old fun? I know it's wrong to feel so mean, But, you shoulda heard her scream. (Back: Ooh ooh, ooh) Bart: Ha ha ha haa. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. (Back: Ooh ooh, ooh) Bart: Aah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. (Back: Ooh ooh, ooh) Bart: Ha, hahahaha. Ha haa. (Back: Ooh ooh, ooh) Bart: Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha hahahaha. Lisa: I am not blameless in this equation. Bart: She likes to talk over my head. Lisa: Poor Bart, his trials and tribulations. Back: Poor Bart. Bart: Before a test she makes me dread. Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh. Lisa: 'Cause I predict that he will fail. Back: Gonna flunk, woo-ooh. Bart: I chase her down when she is right. Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh. Lisa: When I refuse to just turn tail, Back: Hold your ground Lisa. Lisa et Bart: We have our most outstanding fights! Back: Outstanding fights! Lisa: What kind of love brings such contusions? Bart: All these band-aids the world can see. Lisa et Bart: What is this shame we're here to tell you? It's sibling rivalry. Lisa et Bart: A brother and a sister, We're trying not to boast. But we can't help believing, That we'll always be this close. Back: Siblings find it oh so hard, When it comes to giving, Let them once try singing Background for a living. Lisa et Bart: A brother and a sister, We will always be this close. Bart: Let go my hand, Lisa. Enregistrer au Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood Ingénieurs: Guy DeFazio, Jesse Kanner et Paul Grupp Mixer à The Complex, West Los Angeles Ingénieur: Paul Grupp Assistant: Brett Swain © 1990 Two Two Two Music/Fox Film Music Corp./Gracie Films Music/Great Eastern Music BMI/TCF Music Publishing Inc./Dobbs Music ASCAP 
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