| Lisa y Bart: |
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Our life is
so confusing, 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.
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| Lisa: |
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What kind of
love brings such confusion?
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| Bart: |
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Shuts out the
sun and kills all glee.
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| Lisa y Bart: |
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What are
these blues we're here to tell you? It's sibling
rivalry.
I don't wanna share, I wanna make you
nuts, Gimme what ya got, Gotta have it
all.
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| Bart: |
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Sometimes I
see her doing homework.
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| Lisa: |
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I'm working
hard all by myself.
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| Bart: |
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And who can
stand a happy sister.
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| Lisa: |
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He hates I
don't require help.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh.
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| Bart: |
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I put a
spider on her shoulder.
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| Coro: |
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Oh, yeah,
wooh.
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| Lisa: |
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I'm not aware
that it is fake.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Bart: |
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I ask her
what the heck that thing is.
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| Coro: |
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Eeww!
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| Lisa: |
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I turn and
start; I scream and shake.
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| Coro: |
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Scream and
shake!
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| Bart: |
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Whhhhhy does
it feel so good, My dear old fun? I know it's
wrong to feel so mean, But, you shoulda heard her
scream.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Bart: |
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Ha ha ha. Ha
ha ha ha ha ha.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Bart: |
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Aah, ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Bart: |
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Ha, hahahaha.
Ha haa.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Bart: |
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Ha ha ha ha
ha ha. Ha hahahaha.
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| Lisa: |
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I am not
blameless in this equation.
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| Bart: |
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She likes to
talk over my head.
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| Lisa: |
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Poor Bart,
his trials and tribulations.
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| Coro: |
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Poor
Bart.
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| Bart: |
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Before a test
she makes me dread.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Lisa: |
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'Cause I
predict that he will fail.
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| Coro: |
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Gonna flunk,
woo-ooh.
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| Bart: |
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I chase her
down when she is right.
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| Coro: |
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Ooh, ooh,
ooh.
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| Lisa: |
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When I refuse
to just turn tail,
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| Coro: |
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Hold your
ground Lisa.
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| Lisa y Bart: |
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We have our
most outstanding fights!
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| Coro: |
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Outstanding
fights!
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| Lisa: |
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What kind of
love brings such contusions?
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| Bart: |
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All these
band-aids the world can see.
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| Lisa y Bart: |
|
What is this
shame we're here to tell you? It's sibling
rivalry.
A brother and a sister, We're trying
not to boast. But we can't help believing, That
we'll always be this close.
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| Coro: |
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Siblings find
it oh so hard, When it comes to giving, Let them
once try singing Background for a
living.
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| Lisa y Bart: |
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A brother and
a sister, We will always be this
close.
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| Bart: |
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Let go my
hand, Lisa.
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