Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith - The Morning After

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 "Son"

That's me

Introductions aside lets move right along

You can all sing along at the sound 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'

'sposed to get up now but I was refusin'

to let reality become an intrusion

'cause in dreamy dream land I was cruisin'

but the buzz kept buzzin'

my head kept fuzzin'

gave the radio a throw and heard and explosion

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! "



Deep Deep Trouble

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 & Lisa

Hope their goin' real far

Then Dad yells "Bart!"

and I go "Yo!"

He goes "Ya done yet?"

and I say "No"

so he goes "Ohhh, you're too slow."

So I step on the gas to speed up the mow

didn't see that sprinkler

underneath that tree

Wham! Ker-pshhh!

Rainin' on me

I go "Woah!"

Homer goes "Doh! 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



Deep Deep Trouble

As soon as their 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

there was rompin' & 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

the next thing you know Mom & Dad are home

the kids disappear and I'm all alone

everythings silent except for my moan

and the low bluesy tone of a Saxophone

They look at me then they go into a huddle

get the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep deep trouble



Deep Deep Trouble

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 Jakes 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 being in deep deep trouble



Deep Deep Trouble

Fade to end

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