Lyrics Sideshow Bob: I've grown accustomed to his face
and dreams of gouging out his eyes
I've grown accustomed to my hate
my plans to lacerate
To disembowel
to hear him howl
The very reason that I live
is plotting how to watch him die
I know this chubby scalawag
has made my life a living hell
Surely if I drank his blood, I'd be at peace
but well...
Bart: You've grown accustomed to my face
Sideshow Bob: This isn't a duet
Bart: Sorry
Sideshow Bob: I've grown accustomed to your fear
Accustomed to revenge
Accustomed to your face.