The Simpsons - Deep Deep Trouble (Jazzy Jeff Remix)

For those unaware, Jazzy Jeff wrote this song with Matt Groening. This is the 'Full Dance Mix' with different Simpson voice clips, also labelled as Jazzy Jeff's Remix. From 1990. Reminds me of Toe Jam & Earl and various Mega Drive/Genesis soundtracks. Lyrics: Let me start at the start, then take it away My name is Simpson, Bartholemew 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 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-dream land, I was cruisin' But the buzz kept buzzin', my head kept fuzzin' Gave the radio a throw, and heard an explosion Opened up my eyes, and to my surprise There stood Homer, and his temperature rise 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' So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is blazy Homer's in the driveway, getting in the car With Mom and Lisa, hope they're going real far The dad yells 'Bart' and I go Yo He goes 'You done yet?' and I go No So he goes 'Oh! 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-Pssshh! Raining on me! I go Whoa, Homer goes D'oh! Now you can't go to the boatshow This is my thanks after working my butt off? Homer revs the motor and they all start to putt off Soaked to the bone, standing in a puddle No-one needs to tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble As soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on the lawn Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades on Now I've never ever claimed that I was a smarty But inspiration hits me, lets have a party Called up my posse, they were here in a flash They brought all their pals, we started to thrash There was romping and stomping, 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 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 They look at me, then they go into a huddle Get this sinking sensation I'm in deep, deep trouble 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 Barber Shop I said, Please Sir, just a little off 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