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Die Simpsons

The Simpsons sing the Blues

ursprünglich verwaltet von Benjamin Weiland <benjamin.weiland@uloc.de>

© The David Company The Simpsons and Simpsons characters TM and © 1990 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. All Rights Reserved.


Homer: Bart? Bart! BART! [Sound of something falling] BART!
Bart: (Quickly, spoken) I-didn't-do-it-no-one-saw-me-do-it-you-can't-prove-anything!
(Sung) Yo! Hey, what's happenin', dude?
I'm a guy with a rep for bein' rude.
Terrorizin' people wherever I go,
It's not intenentional, just keepin' the flow!
Fixin' test scores to get the best scores,
Droppin' bananna peels all over the floor,
I'm the kid who made delinquincy 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 got a new dance, real easy to do,
I learned it with no rhythm and so can you. Ooh!
So move your body, if you got the notion,
Front to back in a rock-like motion!
Now that you got it if you think you can,
Do it to the music - that's the Bartman.
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Whoa!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Shake it out, man!
Singers: Put your back to the side if you can can!
Bart: Bartman!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: Uh huh.
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Whoaaaa mama!
Singers: Put your back to the side as you can can!
Bart: Whoa!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: It wasn't long ago: just a couple of weeks,
I got in trouble - yeah, pretty deep!
Homer was yellin'
Homer: Bart!
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!
Singers: Move your body if you got the notion
Bart: Whoa! I'm feeling the groove now, baby!
Singers: Front to back in a rock-like motion!
Bart: Bring it back! Whoa!
Singers: Move your hips from side to side now!
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Singers: Don't you slip, let your feet guide now!
Bart: Whoa! Lisa! Ha!
Singers: If you've got the groove, you gotta use it!
Bart: Ha ha ha!
Singers: Light rhythm in time with the music!
Bart: Ha ha ha! Check it out, man!
Singers: You might just start a chain reaction!
Bart: If you can do the Bart, you're bad, like Michael Jackson!
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Oh, yeah!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Shake yo body!
Singers: Front to the back, to the side if you can can!
Bart: Heu!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: Yeah, do the Bartman!
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Everybody, yeah, do the Bartman!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Shake it out!
Singers: Put your back to the side as you can can!
Bart: Whoaaaa mama!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: I'm bad, heu! I'm bad!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! Everybody back and forth, from side to side.
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! Pick your feet up off the floor and let 'em glide!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! She can do it, he can do it so can I.
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! Now here's a dance beat you can't deny!
Homer: Turn it down! Will you stop that infernal racket!
Singers: DO THE BARTMAN!
Bart: Oh, my ears! Lisa! Put that saxophone away! Ya can't touch this! (Clatter)
(Quickly) I-didn't-do-it-nobody-saw-me-do-it-you-can't-prove-anything! Oop!

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 still 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,
I know I'm bad, 'cause I do the Bartman!
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Hey everybody!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Need I remind you?
Singers: Front to back, to the side as you can can!
Bart: Ooh! I am Bart, Bart-man!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: Heu! Shake it out!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! Everybody back and forth from side to side!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman! She can do it, he can do it, so can I.
Singers: Move your body if you got the notion!
Bart: Move it!
Singers: Front to back in a rock like motion!
Bart: Swing it!
Singers: Move your hips from side to side now!
Don't you slip, let your feet glide now!
Bart: Dooby, dooby, dooby, dooby doo wop bop bop!
Singers: If you've got the groove, you gotta use it!
Light rhythm in time with the music!
Bart: Dabba doo dabba doo dab it!
Singers: You might just start a chain reaction!
Bart: Dabba dab doo dab. Hee hee hee. I'm a Bartman!
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Swing it, baby!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Bart: Heu!
Singers: Front to the back to the side as you can can!
Bart: Oh yeah! I'm bad! I'm real bad!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: Whoaaa, mama!
Singers: Everybody if you can, do the Bartman!
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Singers: Shake your body turn it out, if you can, man!
Front to back to the side as you can can!
Bart: Ha ha!
Singers: Everybody in the house do the Bartman!
Bart: Oh yeah!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Move your body if you got the notion!
Bart: You call that dancing? Ha!
Singers: Front to back in a rock like motion!
Bart: Watch this move!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Move your hips from side to side now!
Bart: Uh uh uh uh uh. Yeah!
Singers: Don't you slip, let your feet glide now!
Do the Bartman!
If you've got the groove, you gotta use it!
Bart: Ha ha ha! Swing it!
Singers: Jack your body in time with the music!
Do the Bartman!
Just might start a chain reaction!
Bart: Eat your heart out, Michael! Hoo!
Singers: Everybody in the house the Bartman!
Singers: Do the Bartman!
Bart: Ha ha!
Homer: You're grounded!
Bart: Oh, wow, man!
 
 
02 [SCHOOL DAY (mp3, 950 kB)] (3:56)]
Singers
and Bart:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Long live rock 'n roll!
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Singer: Up in the morning and out to school,
The teacher is teaching the golden rule.
American history and practical math,
You're studyin' hard, you're hopin' to pass.
Workin' your fingers down to the bone,
The guy behind you won't leave you alone.
Bart: Ring! Ring! goes the bell!
The cook in the lunchroom is ready to sell. *Bleach!*
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. Ah, man!
The teacher don't know how mean she looks.
Singer: Soon as 3 o'clock rolls around,
Bart: I'm outta here, man! I'm going to town!
Singer: You finally lay your burden down!
Bart: I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown!
Singer: Close up your books, get outta your seat,
Bart: This is a plan that can't be beat!
Singer: Down the hall and into the street.
Bart: My dancin' shoes are on my feet!
Singer: Up to the corner, 'round the bend,
Bart: Can't handle this? Just tell me when!
Singer: Right to the juke joint, you go in
Bart: "I'm here", I said "It's me, Bartman!"
Bart and
singer:
Drop the coin right into the slot,
You gotta hear something that's really hot.
Don't want your love, you're making romance!
All day long, you've been wanting to dance.
Bart: Oh, yeah!
Bart and
singer:
I'm feeling the music head to toe!
Round and round and round it go!
Bart: "I'm here", I said "It's me, Bartman!"
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singer:
Deliver me from my days of old!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Long live rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singer:
The beat of the drums is loud and bold!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singer:
The feeling is there: body and soul.
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Long live rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Long live rock 'n roll!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Rock, rock, rock 'n roll!
Singer,
singers & Bart:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Bart and
singers:
Hail, hail rock 'n roll!
Bart: Oh, mama!
 
03 [BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN (mp3, 750 kB)](3:08)
Homer: Born under a bad sign!
Been down since I began to crawl!
If it wasn't for bad luck,
You know I would not know luck at all!
Hard luck and trouble
Been my only friend.
I've been on my own
Ever sinced I was ten!

Born under a bad sign!
I've been down since I began to crawl!
If it wasn't for bad luck,
You know I would not know 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've been down since I began to crawl!
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I said I would not know 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 would not have no luck at all!

You know fear of falling
Is all I crave.
A big bag of pork grinds
Gonna carry me to my grave!

Born under a bad sign!
I've been down since I began to crawl!
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I tell ya I would have no luck at all!

(Spoken) Good take, boys! Yeah! I think that 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...Grapefuit Homer! Blind...Strawberry-Alarm Clock Homer! No, that's... that's... They used that already. Blind...
(Fade out)
 
04 [MOANIN' LISA BLUES (mp3, 1,2 MB)] (4:48)
Lisa: I've got a bratty brother;
He bugs me every day.
This morning, my own mother
Gave my last cupcake away.
My dad, he acts like
Like he belongs in a zoo!
I'm the saddest kid
The saddest kid in grade number two!
I wish I had a pony.
I wish I were 18.
I wish I had a dime
For every kid that treats me mean.
They tease me 'cause I'm different.
Little different 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 practise in my room I hear
Homer: Lisa! Keep it down!
Lisa: Although I'm only eight years old,
I've really played my blues!
It's true!
That's why I 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 got a case of
A case of the moanin' Lisa blues!
But there's just no post-ponin'
A case of the moanin' Lisa blues!
 

Homer: Bart!
Marge: Go to your room!
Bart: Yeah, right! 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: Let me start at the start then take it away,
My name is Simpson, Bartholomew J.
That's Bart with an "art" and a capital "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.
Once apon 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 intusion
'Cause in dreamy dream-land, I was cruisin'.
But the buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin',
Gave the radio a throw and heard an explosion.
Homer: D'oh!
Bart: Opened my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer and his temperature risin'!
I was chillin'. He was yellin'.
Face all distorted, because 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!
Singers: Trouble!
Homer: Bart!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Homer: Bart!
Secondary
Singers:
Come on, come on!
Singers: Run into trouble!
Bart: Where's your sense of humour, man?
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
And they go a little something like this.
Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowing like crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig, and the sun is blazing!
Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car,
With Marge and Lisa -- hope they're going real far!
Then 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, to speed up the mow.
Didn't see that sprinkler, underneath that tree,
Went "KKKPSHH!", rainin' on me!
I go "Whoa!", Homer goes
Homer: D'oh! Now you can't go to the boat show!
Bart: This is my thanks, after working 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 be I'm in deep, deep trouble!
Secondary
singers:
Come on, come on!
Singers: Trouble!
Marge: Go to your room!
Homer: Bart!
Bart: Yeah, right
Marge: Go to your room!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Marge: Go to your room!
Homer: Bart!
Secondary
singers:
Come on, come on!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do...
Homer: Bart!
Bart: You're damned if you do...
Homer: Bart! Bart!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Secondary
singers:
Come on, come on!
Homer: D'oh!
Bart: As soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on the lawn,
Lookin' 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!
Called up my posse, they were here in a flash.
They brought all their pals, we started to thrash!
There was (Kid: Oh, yeah!) rompin', and stompin', and occasional CRASH!
A fust fight or two and Nintendo for cash.
(Kid: Hahaha!) 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, (Music stops) and I'm all alone!
Everything's silent, except for my moan,
And the low bluesy tone of a saxophone.
They look at me, then they go into a huddle,
I get the sinking sensation; I'm in deep, deep trouble!
Singers: Trouble!
Homer: D'oh!
Marge: Go to your room!
Bart: Oh, give me a break!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Homer: Hey, what is this... Bart! D'oh!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Marge: Go to your room!
Bart: Oh, yeah.
Marge: Bar-Bar... Go to your room!
Homer: D'oh!
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Marge: Go to your room!
Homer: Bart!
Singers: Come on, come on!
Bart: There's a little epilogue to my tale of sadness:
I was dragged down the street by his royal Dadness.
We rounded the corner and came to a stop,
Threw me inside Jake's barbershop.
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 being in deep, deep, trouble!
Singers: Trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do... Well, you're damned if you do...
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't. Aw, come on, man!
Singers: Tough, tough trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do...What are we talking about?
Well, you're damned if you do... Where's your sense of humour?
Singers: Deep, deep trouble!
Bart: You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Homer: D'oh!
Singers: Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
Homer: Grrr...
Bart: Ha ha ha!
Singers: Trouble! Deep, deep trouble!
 
06 [GOD BLESS THE CHILD (mp, 1,1 MB)] (4:29)
Lisa: Um, *cough* 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.
(Music starts) Could I trouble you with one request?
Booth: Sure thing.
Lisa: No synthetic sound, please. (Music stops) I want all live musicians.
(Rummaging is heard. A short piano intro is heard) *Mm* (Music starts)
(Sung) Them that's got, shall get. Them that's not, shall lose.
So the Bible says, and it still is news.
Mama may have, Papa may have,
God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own!

Yes, the strong get smart, while the weak ones fade,
And if I get stumped, they never make the grade!

Mama may have, Papa may have,
God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own!

When you got money, you got lots of friends crowded 'round the door,
But when it's gone, and all else finally 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 may have, Papa may have,
God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own!
Bleeding
Gums Murphy:
Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa! Very soulful!
Lisa: Thank you, Mr. Murphy
Bleeding
Gums Murphy:
Now, let's play a little blues.
 
 
07 [I LOVE TO SEE YOU SMILE (mp3, 750 kB)] (3:07)
Homer: Ah... *Clears throat* Marge?
(Sung) 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 wanna take a trip to China.
Don't wanna sail up the Nile!
Don't wanna 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 wanna be is where I can see you smile at me!
Like a sink without a faucet,
Homer: Like a watch without a dial,
Homer &
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 wanna be is where I can see you smile at me!
Homer: Little world is full of trouble
You make it all worthwile!
Homer &
Marge:
What would I do if I didn't have you?
Oh, I love to see you smile!
Marge: Mmm...
Homer &
Marge:
I love to see you smile!
Marge: (Spoken) I mean that sincerely, Homer.
Homer: I know.
 
08 [SPRINGFIELD SOUL STEW (mp3, 630 kB)] (2:37)
Marge: (Spoken) Today's special is Springfield Soul Stew. We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it.
Well, we're going to tell you right now! (Clears throat) Give me about half a teacup of bass. (Bass starts) Now I need a
pound of fatback drums. (Drums start) Now... give me 4 tablespoons of boilin' Springfield guitar. This is going to taste
all right! (Guitar starts) Mmm! Delicious! Now just a little pinch of organ. (Organ starts) Now, give me half a pint of
horn! (Horn starts) Place on the burner. And bring to a boil. Yeah! That's it! That's it! That's it right there! Now beat!
(Drums make beat) Well, take it Lisa! (Saxophone starts) Ooh! Thank you! Mmm! Now, let's take it on home, 'cause... uh...
We gotta go home! That's my girl!
 
09 [LOOK AT ALL THOSE IDIOTS (mp3, 950 kB)] (3:51) [deutsche ▄bersetzung]
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) Smithers!
Smithers: Mmm?
Mr. Burns: Turn on the surveillance monitors!
Smithers: Yes, sir!
Mr. Burns: D'ohhh... It's worse than I thought.
(Sung) Each morning at nine, they trickle through the gate.
They go home early, they come in late!
Reeking 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!

But,
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Look at all those idiots!
Mr. Burns: Oh, look at all those boobs!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
An office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: A factory full of fools!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Is it any wonder
Mr. Burns: That I'm singing, singing, the blues?
Smithers: (Spoken) Yours is a heavy burden, sir.
Mr. Burns: I'm just getting started!
(Sung) They make personal phone calls on company time!
They Xerox their buttockses, and guess who pays the dime?
Their blatent thievery wounds me, their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my home, and then 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!

But,
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Look at all those idiots!
Mr. Burns: Oh, look at all those boobs!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
An office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: A factory full of fools!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Is it any wonder
Mr. Burns: I'm singing, singing, the blues?

(Spoken) What happened? Where are the instruments?
Smithers: I believe they call this a breakdown, sir.
Mr. Burns: I can't have any breakdowns here, what if there were an inspector around?
Smithers: Mmm.
Mr. Burns: Play a guitar solo!
Smithers: Ho. I'm a little out of practice, sir.
Mr. Burns: I said "Do it!" So, DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
Smithers: Yes, sir. (Guitar solo) Uh huh!
Mr. Burns: Yes, that's it! Well done...
Smithers: Ahh!
Mr. Burns: Really, it's beginning to grate... That will be sufficient, Smithers... I said that's enough!
Smithers: Oh! Sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working.
Mr. Burns: Heh, hmm!

(Sung) 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.
Mr. Burns: Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office, and stay to watch the fun.
If he's six feet when he enters, he'll be two feet when I'm done!
Smithers: Heh heh heh heh.
Mr. Burns: It brings a ray of sunshine to my unhappy life,
To make him kneel before me, and slowly twist the knife!
Smithers: Heh heh heh!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Look at all those idiots!
Mr. Burns: D'oh, look at all those boobs!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
An office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: A factory full of fools!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Is it any wonder
Mr. Burns: That I'm singing, singing, the blues?
Smithers: (Spoken) Take me home, sir.
Mr. Burns: I'm trying!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
(Sung) Surrounded by idiots,
Mr. Burns: Out-numbered by boobs,
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
An office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: A PLANET full of fools!
Mr. Burns
& Singers:
Is it any wonder
I'm singing...
Mr. Burns: That I'm singing, singing, the blues?
Smithers: (Spoken) Maybe you should be singing, sir.
Mr. Burns: Oh! (Sung) ...singing the blues?
Singers: Look at all those idiots!
Smithers: (Spoken) Mr. Burns, you... you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and cheerful by comparison.
Singers: (Sung) Office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) Thank you, Smithers! Meaningless but heartfelt compliment.
Singers: (Sung) Is it any wonder
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) I feel like I got a few things off my chest. Now, onto the chests of my inferiors!
Smithers: You did.
Singers: Look at all those idiots!
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) Why are they still playing?
Smithers: Uh...
Singers: (Sung) Office full of morons!
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) They're not on salary, are they?
Smithers: We're not validating their parking, sir.
Singers: (Sung) Is it any wonder
Mr. Burns: (Spoken) They're paying for their own coffee now.

(Fade out)
 
10 [SIBLING RIVALRY (mp3, 1,2 MB)] (4:40)
Lisa & Bart: Our life is so confusing.
No reason and no rhyme.
We've got this funny feeling
Getting old before our time.
Give me what you got!
Give me what you got!
I know what you got!
Give me what you got!
Lisa: What kind of love brings such confusion?
Bart: Shuts out the sun and kills all glee?
Lisa & Bart: What are these blues we're here to tell you?
It's sibling
Lisa, Bart
& Singers:
rivalry!
Lisa & Bart: I don't want to share!
I wanna make you nuts!
Give me what you 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!
Singers: Ooh! Oooooh!
Bart: I put a spider on her shoulder.
Singers: Oh, yeah! Ooh!
Lisa: I'm not aware that it is fake.
Singers: Ooh! Oooooh!
Bart: I asked her what the heck that thing is.
Singers: Ew!
Lisa: I turn and start I scream and shake!
Singers: Scream and shake!
Bart: Why does it feel so good?
My idea of fun!
I know it's wrong to feel so mean,
You... you should've heard her scream!
Singers: Ooh!
Bart: Ha ha ha!
Singers: Ooh! Ooooh!
Bart: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Singers: Ooh!
Bart: Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Singers: Ooh! Ooooh! Ooh!
Bart: Ah ha ha!
Singers: Ooh! Ooooh!
Bart: Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Singers: Ooh! Ooh! Ooooh!
Bart: Ha ha ha!
Lisa: I am not blameless in this equation.
Bart: She likes to talk over my head.
Lisa: Poor Bart, his trials and tribulations
Singers: Poor Bart?
Bart: Before a test, she makes me dread.
Singers: Ooh! Oooooh!
Lisa: Cause I predict that he will fail.
Singers: For fun! Ooooh!
Bart: I chase her down when she is right.
Singers: Ooh! Ooooh!
Lisa: When I refuse to just turn tail,
Singers: Hold your ground, Lisa!
Lisa: We have our most outstanding fight!
Singers: Outstanding fights!
Lisa: What kind of love brings such contusions?
Bart: All these band-aids the world can see!
Lisa & Bart: What is this shame we're here to tell you?
It's sibling
Lisa, Bart
& Singers:
rivalry!
Lisa & 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!
Singers: Siblings find it oh, so hard,
When it comes to give... give... ing!
And they must try singing background for a living!
Lisa & Bart: A brother and a sister,
We will always be this close!
Bart: Let go my hand, Lisa.