Lyrics
Homer: Bart!?
Marge: Go to your room!
Bart: Yeah, right
Well you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't
Well you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't
Homer: Bart!?

Bart: Let me start at the start
than take it away
The name is Simpson
Bartholomew J.
That's Bart, with an art and capital B.
Than Simp, plus s-o-n, that's me!

Introductions aside
let's move right along
we can all sing along
at the song 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'
Was supposed to get up now, but I was refusing
to let reality become an intrusion
cuz in dreamy dream land I was cruisin'
but the buzz kept buzzin', my head kept fuzzin'
Gave the radio a throw and heard an explosion
I opened my eyes, 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:

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 Lisa, hope they're goin' real far
Than 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 wham-kee! pisassh!

I go woah! Homer goes:
Homer: D'oh, now you can't go, to the boat show!

Bart: This is the thanks for working my butt off
Homer starts 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

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 saxaphone
They look at me, than they go into a huddle
got 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 a 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 lollypop
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!
Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Nothing, but trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Nothing, but trouble! Deep, deep trouble!

Bart: Oh come on man.