SIMPSONS MANIA
Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, Bona fide, Electrified, Six-car Monorail! ... Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! Monorail!
Baby On Board
Baby on board How I've adored That sign on my car's windowpane. Bounce in my step, Loaded with pep, 'Cause I'm drivin' in the carpool lane. Call me a square, Friend I don't care, 'Cause that little yellow sign can't be ignored. I'm telling you it's mighty nice. Each trip's a trip to paridise With my baby on board.
Bart's Rap
Don't critique my technique, I'm no geek, I make the principal nervous, my friends can confirmus, I'll bust a spitwad in your epidermis, you can trace my remorse to its supersized source A hungry, hungry hypocrite named Homer of course, my old man's pathetic, damn is his head thick, The gas from his ass is carcinogenic, every day I pray his DNA ain't genetic.
Bunk With Me Tonight
In this trailor, i get so cold and lonely, lying here awake at night, pray to God if only you weren't married, that i might ask you to bunk with me tonight, bunk with me tonight, oh, bunk with me tonight, I'm asking, would you bunk with me tonight?
Burlesque House Song
You could close down Moe's or the Kwik-e-Mart, and nobody would care But the heart and sole of Springfield's in Are Maisson Derriere We're the sauce on your steak We're the cheese in your cake We put the spring in Springfield We're the lace on your nightgown The point after touchdown Yes we put the spring in Springfield We're that little extra spice that makes exsistence extra nice A giddy little thrill at a reasonable price Our only major quarrels are your total lack of morals Our skimpy costumes ain't so bad They seem to entertain your dad The gin in your martini The clams on your linguinie Yes we keep the BOING in Springfield We remember our first visit The service waas exsquisite Why Joseph I had no idea Come on now you were working here Without it we'd of had no fun since March of 1961 To shut them down now would be twisted We just heard this place existed We're the highlights in your hairdo The extra arms on Vishnu So don't take a BOING We won't take a (Slidewhistle noise) Yes let's keep the BAM In Springfield!
Cletus The Slack Jawed Yokel
some folk'll never eat a skunk but then again some folk'll like Cletus, the slack-jawed yokel hey brandine, you might could wear these to your job interview and scuff up the topless dancing runway nah you best bring em back where from you got em ohk back you go to wait for a woman of less discriminating taste some folk'll never loose a toe, but then again some folk'll like Cletus the slack-jawed yokel
Homer's Mexican Hat Song
I dance I dance I dance Around a Mexican hat I dance I dance I dance And that's the end of that Or is it I guess I'll keep singing my cellphone appears to be ringing...........
Kids Vs. Adults
Adults! Kids! Adults! Kids! Adults! Kids,You've had your fun now we've had our fill. Yeah,You're only here cuz Marge forgot her pill. Kids, you're all just scadalizing, vandalizing punks. Channel hopping, Ridlin popping, monkey's, but please don't quit the fanclub! Kids, I can nag and nag till my hair turns blue. Kids, you bum my smokes and don't say thank you! Why can't you be like we are? Oh what a bunch of brats! We ought to drown you just like cats! Adults, you run our lives like your Col. Klink Adults, you strut around like your farts don't stink. Adults, your such a drooling, snoring, boozing boring bunch Surly, meany, three martini lunchers! I just ate a thumb tack! Adults, they're always telling us to-- SHUT YOUR TRAPS. Eh, we're fed up with all of you whippersnaps! We're trying to get some sleep here, it's almost 6:15. What's the matter with- Don't you treat us like- Can't you just lay off- We're sick of all of you! Kids today!
Lisa's Teeth are Big and Green
Lisa, her teeth are big and green Lisa, she smells like gasoline Lisa..ba-da-da Lisa She is my sis-TA her birthday i missed-a
Monorail
Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, Bona fide, Electrified, Six-car Monorail! ... What'd I say? Monorail! What's it called? Monorail! That's right! Monorail! I hear those things are awfully loud... It glides as softly as a cloud. Is there a chance the track could bend? Not on your life, my Hindu friend. What about us brain-dead slobs? You'll all be given cushy jobs. Were you sent here by the devil? No, good sir, I'm on the level. The ring came off my pudding can. Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear it's Springfield's only choice... Throw up your hands and raise your voice! Monorail! What's it called? Monorail! Once again... Monorail! But Main Street's still all cracked and broken... Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken! Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! Mono... D'oh!
See My Vest - MY FREAKING FAVOURITE SONG EVER!
(Dialog): Mr Burns: You stay with me, you're the pick of the litter. Lisa: Maybe we were wrong about Burns on this one... Smithers: Are you sure you wanna go through with this, Sir, you do have a very full wardrobe as it is... Mr Burns: Yes...but not completely full. You see.... (Breaks into song) ...some men hunt for sport, Others hunt for food. The only thing I'm hunting for Is an outfit that looks good. See my vest, see my vest, Made from real gorilla chest. Feel this sweater, there's no better Than authentic Irish Setter. See this hat, 'twas my cat. My evening wear, vampire bat. These white slippers are albino African endangered rhino. Grizzly bear underwear, Turtle necks I've got my share. Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest Try my red robin suit, It comes one breast or two... See my vest, See my vest, See my vest. Like my loafers, former gophers, It was that or skin my chauffeurs, But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best... So let's prepare these dogs, Kill two for matching clogs! See my vest! See me vest! Oh, please, won't you see my veeeeeesst!
Spanish Flea
There was a little spanish flea, A record star he though he'd be. He heard of singers like beatles, and chipmunks he'd seen on TV. Why not a little spanish flea?
Union Strike Folksong
come gather round children it's high time ye learned bout a hero named homer and a devil named burns we'll march til we drop the girls and the fellas we'll fight til the death or else fold like umbrellas we'll march day and night by the big cooling tower they have the plant but we have the power (lenny says "now do classical gas")
Rod and Todd
I've got the joy, joy, joy,joy, down in my heart
WHERE!?
Down in my heart!
Where!?
Down in my heart to stay...
And if the devil doesn't like it he can sit on a tack
Ouch!...
We're Sending Our Love Down The Well
Sting: There's a hole in my heart As deep as a well For that poor little boy Who's stuck halfway to hell... Sideshow Mel: ...Though we can't get him out We'll do the next best thing... McBain: ...we'll go on tv and sing, sing, sing... Choir: And we're sending out love down the well! Krusty: All the way down! Choir: We're sending our love down the well! Krusty: Down that well!
For Shasa...
The Lord said to Noah:
There's gonna be a floody, floody
The Lord said to Noah:
There's gonna be a floody, floody
Get those children out of the muddy, muddy
Children of the Lord
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Children of the Lord
The Lord told Noah
To build him an arky, arky
The Lord told Noah
To build him an arky, arky
Build it out of gopher barky, barky
Children of the Lord
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Children of the Lord
He called for the animals,
They came in by twosie, twosies
He called for the animals,
They came in by twosie, twosies
Elephants and kangaroosie, roosies
Children of the Lord
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Rise and shine
And give God the glory, glory
Children of the Lord
It rained and it poured
For forty daysie, daysies
It rained and it poured
For forty daysie, daysies
Who Needs The Kwik-E-Mart
whether igloo hut or lean-to or geodisic dome there's no place that i have been-to that i'd rather call home when i first arrived you were all such jerks but now i've come to love your quirks maggie with her eyes so bright marge with hair by frank lloyd wright lisa can philosophise bart's adept at spinning lies homer's a delightful fella sorry 'bout the salmonela (he- he thats OK) who needs the Kwik-E-Mart now here's the tricky part oh won't you rhyme with me? who needs the Kwik-E-Mart their floors are Stick-E-Mart they made dad Sick-E-Mart lets Hurl a Brick-E-Mart the Kwik-E-Mart is really d'oh who needs the Kwik-E-Mart not me who needs the Kwik-E-Mart not me who needs the Kwik-E-Mart? i dooooooo
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Hi, my names tara and i am an alcoholic..."
"Ummmmm, excuse me ma'am how old are you?"
"I'm 16"
"Okay then, well done you've taken the first step"