Marge and the Wives' Musical Salute to Wine 7G04 - 28th January 1990 Here we sit, enjoying the shade! Hey brother, pour the wine! Drink the drink that I have made! Hey brother, pour the wine! He's here at last, my one and only Goodbye friends and don't be lonely Hey brother, pour the wine « Bart's Army Marching Song 7G05 - 4th February 1990 I got a B in arithmetic Woulda got an A, but I was sick We are rubber, you are glue It bounces off us and sticks to you In English class I did the best Because I cheated on the test We are happy, we are merry We got a rhyming dictionary « Lisa's Blues Number 7G06 - 11th February 1990 [Bleeding Gums Murphy] Oh, I'm so lonely Since my baby left me I got no money And nothing is free Oh, I've been so alone Since the day I was born All I got is this rusty This rusty old horn [Lisa] I got a bratty brother He bugs me every day And this morning my own mother She gave my last cupcake away My dad acts like he belongs He belongs in the zoo I'm the saddest kid in grade number two « Itchy & Scratchy Theme Song 7G12 - 29th April 1990 They fight, they bite They bite and fight and bite Bite, bite, bite Fight, fight, fight The Itchy and Scratchy Show « Capital City 7F05 - 8th November 1990 There's a swingin' town I know called... Capital City People stop and scream hello in... Capital City! It's the kind of place that makes a bum feel like a king And it makes a king feel like some nutty cuckoo super king It's against the law to frown in Capital City! You'll giggle like a stupid clown When you chance to see 4th Street and D! Once you get a whiff of it, you'll never want to roam From Capital City my home sweet swingin' home! « Happy Birthday, Lisa 7F24 - 19th September 1991 Lisa, it's your birthday God bless you this day You gave me the gift of a little sister And I'm proud of you today Lisa, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Lisa Lisa, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Lisa I wish you love and goodwill I wish you peace and joy I wish you better than your heart desires And your first kiss from a boy Lisa, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Lisa Lisa, it's your birthday Happy birthday, Lisa « Krusty's Sign Off Song 8F05 - 24th October 1991 We've had lots and lots and lots and lots of fun But now the time has come to go If this old clown was found dead in his bed tomorrow I'd be in heaven still doing this show « The "Flaming Moe's" Song 8F08 - 21st January 1991 When the weight of the world has got you down And you want to end your life Bills to pay, a dead-end job And problems with your wife But don't throw in the towel 'Cause there's a place right down the block Where you can drink your misery away At Flaming Moe's Let's all go to Flaming Moe's Let's all go to Flaming Moe's When liquor in a mug Can warm you like a hug And happiness is just a Flaming Moe away Happiness is just a Flaming Moe away « We're Sending Our Love Down the Well 8F11 - 9th January 1992 [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 our love down the well! [Krusty]   All the way down! [Choir]   We're sending our love down the well! [Krusty]   Down that well! « Talkin' Softball 8F13 - 20th February 1992 Well, Mr Burns had done it The power plant had won it With Roger Clemens clucking all the while Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile While Wade Boggs laid unconscious on the bar-room tile We're talkin' softball From Maine to San Diego Talkin' softball Mattingly and Canseco Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw Steve Sax and his run-in with the law We're talking Homer... Ozzie and the Straw We're talkin' softball From Maine to San Diego Talkin' softball Mattingly and Canseco Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw Steve Sax and his run-in with the law We're talking Homer... Ozzie and the Straw « Your Wife Don't Understand You 8F19 - 26th March 1992 You work all day for some old man You sweat and break your back Then you go home to your castle But your queen won't cut you slack That's why you're losin' all your hair That's why you're overweight That's why you flipped your pick up truck Right off the interstate There's a lot of bull they hand you There's nothin' you can do Your wife don't understand you But I do No, your wife don't understand you But I do I said your wife don't understand you But I do « Bagged Me a Homer 8F19 - 26th March 1992 Oh, the bases were empty on the diamond of my heart When the coach called me up to the plate I'd been swingin' and missin' at lovin' and kissin' My average was point-double-o-eight So I spit on my hands Knocked the dirt from my spikes And pointed right toward centre field This time, I'm hittin' a home run This time, love is for real I'll slide, I'll steal, I'll sacrifice A lovin' fly for you I've been slumpin' off season But now I've found a reason I've struck on a love that is true I used to play the field I used to be a roamer The season's turning round for me now I've finally bagged me a homer That's right I've finally bagged me a homer « Kamp Krusty 8F24 - 24th September 1992 [Kids]   Hail to thee Kamp Krusty By the shores of Big Snake Lake. Though your swings are rusty, We know they'll never break. [Kearney]   Louder, faster! [Kids]   From your gleaming mess hall To your hallowed baseball field, To your spic and span infirmary, Where all your wounds are healed. Hail to thee Kamp Krusty Below Mount Avalanche We will always love Kamp Krusty, A registered trademark of the Krusty Corporation. All rights reserved. « South of the Border 8F24 - 24th September 1992 South of the border Down Mexico way That's where I fell in love When stars above came out to play And, now as I wander My thoughts ever stray South of the border Down Mexico way There she was a picture In old Spanish lace And just for a tender while I kissed the smile upon her face For it was fiesta And we were so gay South of the border Down Mexico way Those mission bells told me That I must not stray South of the border Down Mexico way! Ole! « Oh, Streetcar! 8F18 - 1st October 1992 Long before the Superdome Where the saints of football play Lived a city that the damned call home Hear their hellish rondelet... New Orleans! Home of pirates, drunks and whores New Orleans! Tacky, overpriced souvenir stores If you want to go to hell, you should take a trip To the Sodom and Gomorrah of the Mississip' New Orleans! Stinking, rotten, vomiting, vile New Orleans! Putrid, brackish, maggotty, foul New Orleans! Crummy, lousy, rancid and rank New Orleans! « Blanche Dubois' Introduction 8F18 - 1st October 1992 I thought my life would be a mardi gras A never-ending party - ha! I'm a faded southern dame Without a dime « I am Just a Simple Paperboy 8F18 - 1st October 1992 I am just a simple paperboy No romance do I seek I just wanted forty cents For my deliveries last week Will this bewitching floozy Seduce this humble newsy Oh, what's a paperboy to do? « Stella! 8F18 - 1st October 1992 Stella! Stella! Can't you hear me yell-a? You're puttin' me through hell-a! Stella, Stella! « The Kindness of Strangers 8F18 - 1st October 1992 You can always depend on the kindness of strangers To buck up your spirit, and shield you from danger Now here's a tip from Blanche you won't regret A stranger's just a friend you haven't met You haven't met! Streetcar! « Mr Plow Rap 9F07 - 19th November 1992 I'm Mr Plow And I'm here to say I'm the plowingest guy in the USA I got a big plow And I move a lot of things Just like your cow If you have one « Mr Plow Jingle 9F07 - 19th November 1992 Call Mr Plow That's my name That name again Is Mr Plow! « Plow King Song 9F07 - 19th November 1992 When the snow starts a-falling There's a man you should be calling That's KL5-4796 Let it ring! Mr Plow is a loser And I think he is a boozer So, you'd better make that call to the Plow King «

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