Lyrics
Background Singers: Here we go! Here we go! Here we go!
Keep it coming! Keep it coming! Go!
Here we go! Go! Here we go! Go! Yah!

Bart: Ah, another summer morning,
I give myself a stretch and a yawning!
Jump outta of bed, brush my teeth,
hop in the shower, gonna make it brief!
Lather on up, rinse off the suds,
comb my hair, slip on my cool duds.
Mirror, mirror, hangin' on the wall,
tell me who's the coolest of them all?

Mirror: Yo, Bart, though you're sometimes rude, I must say it's you!
Bart: Thanks, dude! Now, on my skateboard, I do my travel.
Outta my way, I'm the king of the gravel!
Lookin' around for a partner in crime,
gettin' in trouble, havin' a good time.
I look all around, but no matter where I ride or roll, love is in the air!

Background Singers: What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love?
Go! Go! Go! Here we go!

What's this spread called love? Here we go! Go!
What's this spread called love? Here we go!
What's this spread called love? Yah!

Bart: The day is young,
we're trying to have fun,
watchin' lovebirds kissin' in the sun!
Where are my pals? It's really a drag...
everybody's smoochin', makin' me wanna gag!
Even the (Go!) blue jays, the swans and the sparrows,
man, Mr. (Go!) Cupid's got huge cute arrows!
Stacked in his (Go!) backpack, ready to attack,
shoot 'em through (Go!) the heart, (Go!) there's (Go!) NO (Go!) turnin' (Go!) back!
Young ones, old ones, every size and shape:
if all got to Cupid, there's no escape!
Look at that park bench, right over there,
total gross-out: he's kissin' her ear!
Lucky for me, all my pals are strong,
we'll never give in, we'll never go wrong!
We'll never fall. Let 'em shove!
The Bartman's posse is immune to love!

Background Singers: Go! What's this spread called love? Go!
What's this spread called love? Go!
What's this spread called love! Go! Go! Go! Here we go! Go!
What's this spread called love? Here we go! Go!
What's this spread called love?
Here we go! Go! Here we go! Go! What's this spread called love?
Yah! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Bart: As I followed the yellow brick road! Wait a minute!
Whoa! Horsie! Whoa! What do I see? Do my eyes deceive me?
Move a little closer to those kids behind the tree! Oh no! Don't tell me!
It can't be true! My best friend Milhouse: traitor to the crew!
He's holding hands, he's talking sweet
with that new little girl from across the street!
He's lost his cool, his brain's gone south,
he doesn't even care that she's a metal-mouth!
Hey, c'mon Milhouse, let's get the lead out!
Probably got me stuck as weird as I'll get out!
(Here we go!) What!?! OK. If that's the way you feel.
You'll never get me, the Bartman-of-Steel!
(Here we go!) I learned a lot today, man, you know,
the park is (Yaaaaaa!) gettin' dark, so, yo, gotta go!

Background Singers: What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love? What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love? What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love? What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love? What's this spread called love?
What's this spread called love? What's this spread called love?