Homer] BART!
[Marge] Go to your room!
[Bart] Yeah right..


("T-Trouble!" <- Fresh Prince)


{DJ Jazzy Jeff cuts and scratches}
"Well, you're damned if you do-"
"What are we talking about?"

"Well, you're damned if you do-"
"Where's your sense of humor?"
"Well, you're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't"


[Homer] BART!!!


[Bart Simpson] (Homer)
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 S-O-N, that's me
Introductions aside, let's move right along

You can all sing along at the sound of the gong {*gong sound*}
Once upon a time, about a week ago
All of a sudden trouble started to grow

Alarm was buzzin, I was snoozin
S'posed to get up now but I was refusin
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 (D'OH~!!)

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!")

[Chorus] {DJ Jazzy Jeff cuts and scratches}

Troubleeeeee!
Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!
Want him, to struggleeee!

Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!
{"As it go a little somethin like this, HIT IT!" <- Slick Rick}


[Bart Simpson] (Homer)
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 and Lisa, hope they're goin real far
Then Dad yells (BART!!), and I go "Yo!"

He goes (Ya done yet?), and I go "No"
So he goes (Ohh, you're too slow!)
So I step on the gas to speed up the mow

Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree
Went KER-PSSSHHHH~!!, rainin on me
I go "Whoa!!", Homer goes (D'oh!)

(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


[Chorus]
Troubleeeeee!
Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!

You're going to get the doubleeee!
Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!


[Bart Simpson]
As soon as they're 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 (Oh yeah!)
There was rompin and 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 {*glass breaks*}
The next thing you know mom and dad are home
The kids disappear and I'm all alone

Everything's silent except for my moan
and the low bluesy tone of a saxophone {*Lisa plays sax*}
They look at me then they go into a huddle
Get the sinkin sensation I'm in deep deep trouble


[Chorus]
Troubleeeeee!
Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!
Don't need to struggleeeeee!
Deep, deep, troubleeeeee!


[Bart Simpson]
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 Jake's, 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 bein in deep deep trouble!

[Chorus]