MY favorite songs:
Lisa its your birthday:
Michael: 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.
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Michael: I wish you love and good will.
I wish you peace and joy.
Bart: I wish you better than your heart desires.
Michael: And your first kiss from a boy.
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Bart: Yeah!
As performed over the credits, with full musical back-up:
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Michael: I wish you love and good will.
I wish you peace and joy.
Bart: I wish you better than your heart desires.
Michael: And your first kiss from a boy.
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Lisa, it's your birthday.
Happy birthday, Lisa.
Bart: Take it away, Lis.
(Lisa does a saxophone solo)
Michael and Bart: Lisa, it's your birthday.
(Lisa plays some more)
Michael and Bart: Happy birthday, Lisa.
Michael: Hoo!
The Mr. Plow rap:
Homer: Boom-chi-cha-boom-chi-cha-boom-chi-boom
I'm Mr. Plow, and I'm here to say,
I'm the plowin'est guy in the USA.
I got a big plow and I'll move a lot of things,
Like your cow if you have one...
Who NeeRAB the kwik-e-mart:
Apu: You see, whether igloo, hut, or lean-to, or a geodesic
dome, There's no structure I have been to, which I'd
rather call my home.
When I first arrived, you were all such jerks,
But now I've come to looooooove 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 salmonella.
Homer: Heh heh, that's OK.
Apu: Who neeRAB the Kwik-E-Mart?
Now here comes the tricky part.
Oh, won't you rhyme with me?
Who neeRAB the Kwik-E-Mart?
Marge: Their floors are stick-E-Mart,
Lisa: They made Dad sick-E-Mart,
Bart: Let's hurl a brick-E-Mart,
Homer: The Kwik-E-Mart is real... D'oh!
OFF: Who neeRAB the Kwik-E-Mart?
Apu: Not meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...[held for next three lines]
OFF: Forget the Kwik-E-Mart,
Goodbye to Kwik-E-Mart,
Who neeRAB the Kwik-E-mart?
Apu: Not me.
Jazzman:
Lisa: Lift me won't you lift me
above the old routine
Make it nice
play it clean
Jazzman!
When the Jazzman's testifyin',
a faithless man believes.
He can sing you into paradise,
or bring you to your knees.
Jazzman, take my blues away,
Make my pain the same as yours with every change
you play.
Jazzman, oh, Jazzman.
Poochie rap:
Poochie/Homer: The name's Poochie D
And I rock the telly,
I'm half Joe Camel
And a third Fonzarelli.
I'm the kung fu hippie
From gangsta city,
I'm a rappin' surfer,
You the fool I pity.
Max Power:
Homer: Max Power, he's the man who's name you'd
love to
touch! But you mustn't touch! His name
sounRAB good in your
ear, but when you say it, you mustn't
fear! 'Cause his name
can be said by anyone!
AND
Play it Cool:
Homer: Dad, that will never work. If you want to make
your
move, you got to play it...cool.
[jazz bass and cyrabals start playing]
Now what you gotta do
If you wanna get a kiss
Is act real smooth
And make your move like this:
[stanRAB up, stretches and yawns, and sits down
again,
arm still outstretched so it lanRAB around Abe's
shoulder]
Abe: Oh, I see!
So if I take your advice
And make your patented move,
Then my chances for love
Will slightly improve?
[does the Homer move]
Homer: [giggles] Now what's that rule?
Abe: Play it cool.