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Tracks (Size: 92.96 MB) (Files: 15)

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  01) The Simpsons - Do The Bartman.mp3

11.87 MB

  02) The Simpsons - School Day.mp3

9.04 MB

  03) The Simpsons - Born Under A Bad Sign.mp3

7.17 MB

  04) The Simpsons - Moanin' Lisa Blues.mp3

11.02 MB

  05) The Simpsons - Deep, Deep Trouble.mp3

10.24 MB

  06) The Simpsons - God Bless The Child.mp3

10.32 MB

  07) The Simpsons - I Love To See You Smile.mp3

7.14 MB

  08) The Simpsons - Springfield Soul Stew.mp3

6.02 MB

  09) The Simpsons - Look At All Those Idiots.mp3

8.84 MB

  10) The Simpsons - Sibling Rivalry.mp3

10.69 MB

 001.jpg

442.08 KB

 introduction to us, we are not pirates.txt

4.55 KB

 Lyrics.txt

33.17 KB

 The Simpsons Disc 001.jpg

139.19 KB

 tracked_by_h33t_com.txt

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This musical spin-off of the animated television series retained the same skewed-life humor that made the show a hit and tried to instigate a dance craze ("Do the Bartman".
Not really a comedy album, though it certainly contains funny moments ("Look at All Those Idiots," "Deep Deep Trouble".
Despite its smart-ass front, it sneaks in some subversive musical education, too: no album that includes Billie Holiday's "God Bless the Child," Randy Newman's
"I Love to See You Smile" and a parody of King Curtis's "Memphis Soul Stew" (redone as "Springfield Soul Stew" can be all bad.
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The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics.
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song listing: The Simpsons Sing The Blues Lyrics

1 Do the Bartman

2 School Days

3 Born Under a Bad Sign

4 Moanin' Lisa Blues

5 Deep, Deep Trouble

6 God Bless the Child

7 I Love to See You Smile

8 Springfield Soul Stew

9 Look at All Those Idiots

10 Sibling Rivalry
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The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Do the Bartman

Homer: Bart. Bart. Bart. *smash* BART!
Bart: I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.

Bart: Yo! Hey, what's happening, dude?
I'm the guy with the rep for being rude.
Terrorizing people wherever I go,
It's not intentional, just keepin' the flow.

Fixin' test scores to get the best scores.
Droppin' banana peels all over the floor.
I'm the kid that made delinquency 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've got a dance real easy to do;
I learned it with no rhythm, and so can you.

So move your body if you've got the notion,
Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Now that you've got it, if you think you can,
Do it to the music -- that's the Bartman.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Whoa!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake it out, man!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Bartman!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Uh-huh.
Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart:
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Whoa, mama!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Whoa.
Back: 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,
Sitting 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.

Back: Move your body, if you've got the notion.
Bart: Whoa, I'm feelin' the groove now, baby!
Back: Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Bart: Bring it back, whoa!
Back: Move you hips from side to side now.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Back: Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
Bart: Whoa, Lisa. Ha!
Back: If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Bart: Ha, ha ha!
Back: Light rhythm in time with the music.
Bart: Ha, haha. Check it out, man.
Back: You just might start a chain reaction.
Bart: If you can do the Bart, you're bad like Michael Jackson.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Oh, yeah!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake yo body!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Huhp!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Yeah, do the Bartman.
Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Everybody, yeah, do the Bartman.
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake it out.
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Whoa, mama.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: I'm bad, I'm bad!

Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Everybody back and forth, from side to side.
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Pick your feet up off the floor, let 'em glide!
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
She can do it, he can do it, so can I.
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Now here's a dance beat that you can't deny.

Homer: Turn it down! Will you stop that infernal racket?!
Back: DO THE BARTMAN!!!

(Lisa plays saxophone)

Bart: Oh, my ears! Lisa! Put that saxophone away!
You can't touch this. *clatter*
I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.

Oop!

Now I'm in the house, feeling good to be home,
Till Lisa starts blowing that damn saxophone.
And if it was mine, you know they'd take it away,
But still I'm feeling good, so that's okay.

I'm up in my room, just a singin' a song,
Listen to the kick drum, kickin' along.
Yeah Lisa likes jazz; she's their number one fan,
But I know I'm bad, 'cause I do the Bartman.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Hey, everybody!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Need I remind you?
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Ooh, I am Bart, Bart-man.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Huh. Shake it out.

Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Everybody back and forth, from side to side.
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
She can do it, he can do it, so can I.

Back: Move your body, if you've got the notion.
Bart: Move it.
Back: Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Bart: Swing it!
Back: Move you hips from side to side now.
Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Bart: Dooby, dooby, dooby, dooby doo wop bop bop!
Back: Light rhythm in time with the music.
Bart: Dabba doo, dabba doo, dab it!
Back: You just might start a chain reaction.
Bart: Dabba dab doo dab
Hee, hee, hee. I'm a Bartman.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Swing it, baby.
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Hoo-uh.
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Oh yeah. I'm bad. Real bad.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Whoa, mama.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman.
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Ha, ha!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Oh yeah!

Back: Do the Bartman.

Back: Move your body, if you've got the notion.
Bart: You call that dancing? Ha!
Back: Front to back in a rock-like motion.
(Do the Bartman)
Bart: Watch this move.
Back: Move you hips from side to side now.
(Everybody in the house do the Bartman)
Bart: Ooh, uh uh, uh, ai ai. Yeah!
Back: Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
(Do the Bartman)
If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Bart: Ha, ha ha! Swing it!
Back: Jack your body in time with the music.
You just might start a chain reaction.
Bart: Eat your heart out, Michael! Woop!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Do the Bartman.

Homer: YOU'RE GROUNDED!!
Bart: Oh, wow, man.


Production Notes:
Produced by Bryan Loren for Left Handed Productions
Lead Vocals: Bart
Additional Vocals: Homer, Marge, Lisa, Maggie
Background Vocals: Bryan Loren
Instruments: Bryan Loren
Additional Guitar: Paul Jackson, Jr.
Background Shouts: Laurie Rox, Bart Stevens, Richard Voltrop

Recorded at Record One Studios, Sherman Oaks
Engineer: Richard Cottrell
Assistants: Julie Last, Bart Stevens
Mixed at Larrabee Sound Studios by Bryan Loren
Engineers: Bryan Loren, Richard Cottrell
Assistant: John Chamberlin

Written by Bryan Loren and Published (c) 1990 ATV Music / Sorcerous
Labyrinth BMI




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- School Days

Back Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.
& Long live Rock and Roll.
Bart: Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.

Buster: Up in the morning and out to school,
The teacher is teaching the Golden Rule.
American history, practical math,
You're studying hard, you're hoping to pass.
Working your fingers right down to the bone,
The guy behind you won't leave you alone.

Bart: Ring, ring goes the bell,
The truck in the lunchroom is ready to sell.
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, (man),
The teacher don't know how mean she looks.

Buster: Soon as three o'clock rolls around,
Bart: I'm outta here, man, I'm going to town.
Buster: You finally lay your burden down.
Bart: I'm nobody's fool, I'm nobody's clown.
Buster: Close up your books, get out of your seat,
Bart: This is a plan that can't be beat.
Buster: Down the hall and into the street.
Bart: My dancing shoes are on my feet.
Buster: Up to the corner, round the bend,
Bart: If you can't handle this, just tell me when!
Buster: Right to the juke joint, you go in.
Bart: I'm here! I said, "It's me, Bartman."

Bart Drop the coin right into the slot,
& You've gotta hear something that's really hot.
Buster: Don't want your love, your makin' romance,
All day long you've been wanting to dance. (Whoa yeah.)
I'm feeling the music from head to toe,
Round and round and round you go.

(Sax solo)

(Guitar solo)

Bart Hail, hail, Rock and Roll,
& Deliver me from the days of old.
Buster: Long live Rock and Roll,
The beat of the drum's loud and bold.
Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll,
The feeling is there, body and soul.

Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.
(Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.)
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.
(Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.)
Long live Rock and Roll,
(Long live Rock and Roll.)
Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.
(Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.)
Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.
(Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll.)
Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.
(Hail, hail, Rock and Roll.)

(Whoa, mama!)

(Guitar solo fadeout)


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Lead Vocals: Buster Poindexter and Bart
Harmony vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Andrew Gold, Lisa Angelle
Lead guitar by Joe Walsh
Programming: John Boylan, Gerry Beckley
Piano: Jai Winding
Rhythm Guitar: Andrew Gold
Drums: Michael Botts

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Additional Recording at Right Track Studios, New York City
Assistant Engineer: Scott Mabuchi
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineers: Mick Guzauski, Paul Grupp
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Chuck Berry and Published (c) 1957 Isalee Music
Publishing Co. BMI




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Born Under a Bad Sign

Homer: Born under a bad sign,
Been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Hard luck and trouble,
Been my only friend.
I been on my own,
Ever since I was ten.

Born under a bad sign,
I been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
You know, I wouldn't have no 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 been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I said I wouldn't have no luck at all.
And that ain't no lie.

(Guitar solo)

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 wouldn't have no luck at all.

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

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

Good take boys, yeah.
I think 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 Grapefruit Homer.
Blind Strawberry Alarm Clock Homer. No that's... they used that.


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Lead Vocals: Homer
Programming: John Boylan
Keyboards: Jai Winding
Lead Guitar: B.B. King
Rhythm Guitar: Kevin Dukes, Michael Thompson
Bass: Bob Glaub
Drums: Michael Botts
The Tower of Power Horn Section:
Trumpet: Greg Adams, Lee Thornburg
Tenor Sax: Steve Grove, Emilio Castillo
Baritone Sax: Stephen Kupka

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Additional Recording at Metropolis Studios, Melbourne, Australia
Engineer: Ernie Rose
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Booker T. Jones / William Bell and Published (c) 1967
Irving Music Inc. BMI




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Moanin' Lisa Blues

Lisa: I've got a bratty brother,
Who bugs me every day.
This morning my old mother,
Gave my last cupcake away.
My dad he acts like,
Like he belongs in the zoo.
I'm the saddest kid,
The saddest kid in Grade number two.

I wish I had a pony,
I wish I were eighteen,
I wish I had a dime
For every kid who treats me mean.
They tease me 'cause I'm diff'rent,
Little diff'rent 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 practice in my room, I hear
Homer: Lisa! Keep it down!
Lisa: Although I'm only eight years old,
I've really paid my dues, it's true.
That's why I've got a case of,
A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.

(Guitar solo)

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've got a case of,
A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.

Oh there's just no postponing,
A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.

(Saxophone solo)

(Harmonica solo)

(Saxophone solo fadeout)


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Lisa
Additional Vocals: Homer
Guitar: Kevin Dukes
Slide Guitar: Joe Walsh
Bass: Bob Glaub
Keyboards: Jai Winding
Programming: Jai Winding, John Boylan
Drums: Michael Botts
Harmonica: John Sebastian
Baritone Sax (Lisa): Doug Norwine
The Tower of Power Horn Section:
Trumpet: Greg Adams, Lee Thornburg
Tenor Sax: Steve Grove, Emilio Castillo
Baritone Sax: Stephen Kupka

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski, Paul Grupp
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Mike Reiss / Al Jean / Jai Winding / John Boylan and
Published (c) 1990 Fox Film Music Corp / Gracie Films Music /
Hubba Bubba Music / Great Eastern Music, BMI / TFC Music
Publishing Inc. / Dobbs Music ASCAP




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Deep, Deep Trouble

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 humour?)
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, 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.
(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 buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, and heard an explosion.
(Homer: D'oh!)
Opened up my eyes, and to my surprise,
There stood Homer, and his temperature risin'.
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
Homer: Shut it.
Get up. Mow the lawn. Move it. On the double.
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble.

Back: Trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Run into trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
And they go a little something like this.

Bart: So I'm in the front yard, mowin' like crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is blazing.
Homer's in the driveway, getting in the car,
With Mom and Lisa, hope they're going real far.
The 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,
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! Raining on me!
I go Whoa, Homer goes
Homer: D'oh!
Now you can't go to the boatshow.

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, standing in a puddle,
No-one needs to tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.

Back: Trouble.
Marge: Go to your room.
Homer: Bart!
Bart: Yeah, right.
Marge: Bart, go to your room.
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to your room.
Homer: Bart!
Bart: Oh, gimme a break.
Back: The young begins the trouble.
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
I know the answer. Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
And you're damned if you don't.

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.

Back: Trouble.
Homer: D'oh.
Marge: Oh.
Homer: Bart!
Bart: Oh, gimme a break.
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Homer: Hey. What is this?
Back: Don't keep trouble.
Marge: Go to your room.
Lisa: Oh yeah.
Marge: Bart, go to your room.
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Marge: Go to your room.
Bart: Okey, dokey.
Homer: Bart!

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 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.

Back: Trouble.
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Trouble! Trouble!
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Well, you're damned if you do,
and you're damned if you don't.
Back: Nothing but trouble.
Bart: Aw, come on, man.
Well, you're damned if you do,
(What are we talking about?) Well, you're damned if you do,
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: (Where's your sense of humour?)
Well, you're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
Back: Trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Bart: Ha ha ha, ha ha.
Back: Deep, deep trouble.


Production Notes:
Produced by DJ Jazzy Jeff and John Boylan
Lead Vocals: Bart
Additional Vocals: Homer, Marge, Lisa, and Maggie
Drum Programming, Keyboards, Scratches: DJ Jazzy Jeff

Recorded at Warehouse Studios, Philadelphia and Lion Share Studios,
West Hollywood
Engineers: John Moyer, Guy DeFazio
Assistants: Victor Cook, Jesse Kanner
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Matt Groening / DJ Jazzy Jeff and Published (c) 1990 Fox
Film Music Corp. / Gracie Films Music / Guck Music BMI / TCF
Music Publishing Inc. / Zomba Enterprises Inc. ASCAP




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- God Bless the Child

Lisa: Um. 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.
Could I trouble you with one request?
Booth: Sure thing.
Lisa: No synthetic sound please. I want all live musicians.


Lisa: Them that's got, shall get.
Them that's not, shall lose.
So the Bible says,
And it still is news.

Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his own,
That's got his own.

It's the strong get smart,
While the weak ones fade.
And if I get stumped,
They'll never make the grade.

Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his own,
That's got his own.

When you've got money,
You've got lots of friends,
Crowded 'round the door.

But when it's gone,
And all else find an 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 mayhem. Papa mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his own,
That's got his own.

Murphy: Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful.
Lisa: Thank you, Mr. Murphy.
Murphy: Now let's play a little blues.

(Sax solo fadeout)


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Lisa
Guest Vocals: "Bleeding Gums" Murphy
Guitar: Michael Thompson
Fretless Bass: Mark Leonard
Keyboards, Programming: Jai Winding
Additional Programming: John Boylan
Drums: Michael Botts
Synclavier: Brian Mendelsohn
Baritone Sax (Lisa): Doug Norwine
Alto Sax (B.G. Murphy): Kim Richmond

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Brett Swain

Written by Arthur Herzog Jr. / Billie Holiday and Published (c) 1941
Edward B. Marks Music Corp. BMI




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- I Love to See You Smile

Homer: Ah. Hm-hm. Marge?
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 want to take a trip to China.
Don't want to sail up the Nile.
Wouldn't want to 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 want to be
Is where I can see you smile at me.

Homer: Like a sink without a faucet.
Marge: Like a watch without a dial.
Both: What would I do, if I didn't have you?
I love to see you smile.

(Piano solo)

Marge: In the Summer, in the Springtime,
Winter or the Fall.
The only place I want to be
Is where I can see you smile at me.

Homer: In a world that's full of trouble,
You make it all worthwhile.
Both: What would I do, if I didn't have you?
Oh, I love to see you smile.
Mmm, I love to see you smile.

Marge: I mean that sincerely, Homer.
Homer: I know.


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Homer and Marge
Harmony vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Andrew Gold, Lisa Angelle
Piano Solo: Dr. John
Keyboards, Piano, Programming: Jai Winding
Additional Programming: John Boylan
Drums: Michael Botts
Accordion: Brian Mann
Banjo: George Doering

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Jesse Kanner, Paul Grupp
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Randy Newman and Published (c) 1989 MCA Music Publishing,
a division of MCA Inc. / Twice As Nice Music ASCAP




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Springfield Soul Stew


Marge: A-hmm. Today's special is Springfield Soul Stew.
We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it.
Well, we're gonna tell ya right now.
Hmm-hmm. Gimme about a half a teacup of bass.
Now, I need a pound of fatback drums.
Now, gimme four tablespoons of boilin' Springfield guitar;
This is gonna taste alright.
Hmm. Delicious.
Mmm. Now just a little pinch of organ.
Now, gimme half a pint of horn.
Place on the burner, and bring to a boil.
Yep. That's it, that's it, that's it, right there.
Now beat. Well, take it Lisa.
Ooh. Thank you.
Mmm. Now, let's take it on home,
'Cause we gotta go home.
That's my girl.


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Lead Vocal: Marge
Keyboards, Programming: John Capek
Synclavier: Brian Mendelsohn
Tenor Sax (Lisa): Tom Scott
Guitar: Andrew Gold
Drums: Michael Botts

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mike Guzauski
Assistant: Brett Swain


Written by Curt Ousley and Published (c) 1967 Warner-Tamerlane
Publishing Corp. BMI
Original Title "Memphis Soul Stew"




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Look at All Those Idiots

Burns: Smithers.
Smithers: Hm?
Burns: Turn on the surveillance monitors.
Smithers: Yes sir!
Burns: Hm. It's worse than I thought.

Burns: Each morning at nine,
They trickle through the gate;
They go home early;
They come in late.

Reeking of 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.

Burns But, look at all those idiots,
& Ooh, look at all those boobs.
Back: An office full of morons,
A factory full of fools.
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
Singing the blu-u-ues.

Smithers: Yours is a heavy burden, sir.
Burns: I'm just getting started.

Burns: They make personal phone calls,
On company time.
They Xerox their buttocks,
And guess who pays the dime.

Their blatant thievery wounds me,
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my home,
And them 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.

Burns But, look at all those idiots,
& Ooh, look at all those boobs.
Back: An office full of morons,
A factory full of fools.
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
Singing the blu-u-ues.

Burns: What happened? Where are the instruments?
Smithers: I believe they call this a breakdown, sir.
Burns: I can't have any breakdowns here!
What if there was an inspector around?
Play a guitar solo.
Smithers: Ho. I'm a little out of practice, sir.
Burns: I said do it! So, do it! do it! do it!!
Smithers: Yes, sir.
Ah-ha.
Hahahaha.
Burns: Yes, excellent.
Well done.
All right, it's beginning to grate.
That'll be sufficient, Smithers.
Smithers: Excuse me?
Burns: I said that's enough!
Smithers: Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working.
Burns: Humph.

Burns: 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.

Burns: Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office,
And then stay to watch the fun.
If he's six feet when he enters,
He'll be two feet when I'm done.
Smithers: Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Burns: It brings a ray of sunshine
To my unhappy life,
To make him kneel before me,
And slowly twist the knife.

Burns Look at all those idiots,
& D'oh, look at all those boobs.
Back: An office full of morons,
A factory full of fools.
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
Singing the blu-u-ues.

Smithers: Take me home, sir.
Burns: I'm trying.

Burns Surrounded by idiots,
& Outnumbered by boobs.
Back: An office full of morons,
A planet full of fools.
Is it any wonder, I'm singing,
Smithers: Maybe you should be singing, sir.
Burns: Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues.

(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
Smithers: Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and
(Back: Office full of morons.)
Smithers: cheerful, by comparison.
Burns: Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but
(Back: Is it any wonder.)
Burns: heartfelt compliment.
I feel like I got a few things off my chest,
and onto the chests of my inferiors.
Smithers: You did.
(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
Burns: Why are they still playing?
Smithers: Um...
(Back: Office full of morons.)
Burns: They're not still on salary, are they?
Smithers: We're not validating their parking, sir.
(Back: Is it any wonder.)
Burns: They're paying for their own coffee, now.


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Mr. Burns
Guest Vocals: Smithers
Harmony vocals: Timothy B. Schmit, Gerry Beckley, Lisa Angelle
Guitar: Paul Jackson Jr., Michael Thompson
Keyboards, Programming: John Capek, Jai Winding, John Boylan

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineer: Guy DeFazio
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Dave Levy

Written by Sam Simon / Jeff Martin / Jai Winding / John Boylan and
Published (c) 1990 Coconino Music / Fox Film Music Corp. /
Gracie Films Music / Great Eastern Music BMI / TCF Music
Publishing Inc. / Tanko Music / Dobbs Music ASCAP




The Simpsons Sing The Blues soundtrack lyrics -- Sibling Rivalry

Lisa & Our life is so confusing,
Bart: No reason and no rhyme.
We've got this funny feeling,
Getting old before our time.

Gimme what ya got,
Gimme what ya got,
I know what ya got,
Gimme what ya got.

Lisa: What kind of love brings such confusion?
Bart: Shuts out the sun and kills all glee.
Lisa & What are these blues we're here to tell you?
Bart: It's sibling rivalry.

I don't wanna share,
Wanna make you nuts,
Gimme what ya 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.

Back: Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.

Bart: I put a spider on her shoulder.
(Back: Oh, ya, wooh.)
Lisa: I'm not aware that it is fake.
(Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh.)
Bart: I ask her what the heck that thing is.
(Back: Eeww!)
Lisa: I turn and start; I scream and shake.
(Back: Scream and shake!)

Bart: Whhhhhhhy does it feel so good?
My dear old fun?
I know it's wrong to feel so mean,
But, you shoulda heard her scream.

(Back: Ooh ooh, ooh)
Bart: Ha ha ha haa. Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
(Back: Ooh ooh, ooh)
Bart: Aah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
(Back: Ooh ooh, ooh)
Bart: Ha, hahahaha. Ha haa.
(Back: Ooh ooh, ooh)
Bart: Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha hahahaha.

Lisa: I am not blameless in this equation.
Bart: She likes to talk over my head.
Lisa: Poor Bart, his trials and tribulations.
Back: Poor Bart.
Bart: Before a test she makes me dread.

Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Lisa: 'Cause I predict that he will fail.
Back: Gonna flunk, woo-ooh.
Bart: I chase her down when she is right.
Back: Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Lisa: When I refuse to just turn tail,
Back: Hold your ground Lisa.
L & B: We have our most outstanding fights!
Back: Outstanding fights!

Lisa: What kind of love brings such contusions?
Bart: All these band-aids the world can see.
Lisa & What is this shame we're here to tell you?
Bart: It's sibling rivalry.

Lisa & A brother and a sister,
Bart: We're trying not to boast.
But we can't help believing,
That we'll always be this close.

Back: Siblings find it oh so hard,
When it comes to giving,
Let them once try singing
Background for a living.

Lisa & A brother and a sister,
Bart: We will always be this close.

Bart: Let go my hand, Lisa.


Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Lisa and Bart
Harmony Vocals: Stefani Spruill, Maxine Waters, Alexandra Brown,
Julia Tillman
Guitar: Michael Thompson
Keyboards, B-3 Organ, Programming: Jai Winding
Synclavier: Brian Mendelsohn
Drums: Michael Botts

Recorded at Lion Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Jesse Kanner, Paul Grupp
Mixed at The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Brett Swain

Written by James L. Brooks / Jai Winding / John Boylan and Published
(c) 1990 Two Two Two Music / Fox Film Music Corp. / Gracie
Films Music / Great Eastern Music BMI / TCF Music Publishing
Inc. / Dobbs Music ASCAP
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