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Album: "The Yellow Album"
Cantado por: Bart, Lisa, y Homer Simpson
Breve comentario:
Esta canción con multiples versos es cantada por varios miembros de la familia (debería haber sido con Marge únicamente) habla acerca de lo que a ellos les gusta hacer.
| Coro: |
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I just can't
help myself. (×4) Go, go, go, go, (×4) I just
can't help myself!
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| Bart: |
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There I go,
here I go, where I go -- I don't know. I just can't
help myself, so Why do I do, what I do, when I
do, Well I can't say so, or I just don't
know. Boys will be boys and what they usually
say, That's the how and the why, that I act this
way. That's the end of the line, I run out of
rhyme, That ain't no crime, so it's makin' up
time. Let's do, I know, it's some cosmic
force Cause in my mind, you go, just way out of
course To another dimension, not only of site and
sound, But of being a clown. Or an alley cat, or a
dirty rat, Or a loud mouth brat, well, I am all
that! So if you ask me, why I'm always in such a
mess, Well, ha -- I just can't help
myself!
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| Coro: |
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Can't help
me, I just can't help myself. (×4) Go, go, go, go,
(×4) I just can't help myself! I just can't help
myself!
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| Lisa: |
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Very great
lady once said it right: A woman needs a man, like a
fish needs a bite, haha! There I go again, sister
know it all, No friends at all, cause I make them
crawl. I can't help showing off, all that I
know Of the what's I can do, or the where's I can
go. I know, it's makes the family very uptight, I
know, it isn't right, but I do it every night. I'm
probably don't belong here, I'm certainly till wrong
here, Every night I have a dream, more like a
nightmare. I see myself being born, Mom and Dad are
there, But it's not Marge and it's not
Homer! Switched in a cradle, no wonder I'm a
goner. I feel like a book, that's on the wrong
shelf. I know, I shouldn't think it, but... I just
can't help myself!
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| Coro: |
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Can't help
me, I just can't help myself. (×4) I just can't help
myself. (×4) Go, go, go, go, (×4) I just can't
help myself! (×4)
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| Homero: |
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Hey, you
know, I kinda like this thing, It's sort of like
music, but you don't have to sing. You got none of
the work, and all of the fun, Like a low cal donut or
a fat-free bun. By the way, that's reminds me, how
about a snack, Just piece of sandwich or a Cold Six
Pack. A big pack of pork rings -- that couldn't
hurt, Then cake for dessert, to keep my mind
alert. Oh, it takes a lot of energy to do this
rap, I feel kinda sleepy, better take a nap. Not
too long a nap, two hours, that's a winner, I
wouldn't wanna sleep to a roast beef dinner. Roast
beef with gravy and potatoes, Hot rolls and butter,
lettuce and tomatoes. I know, I shouldn't eat it, I
gotta keep my health, But what the hey -- I can't
help myself!
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| Coro: |
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Can't help
me, I just can't help myself. (×4) Go, go, go, go,
(×20) I just can't help myself!
(×12)
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| Bart: |
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Ha ha ha ha
ha!
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| Coro: |
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Thou shall
have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If
you wanna be happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah,
yeah, thou shall have fun.
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| Bart: |
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Ladies and
gentlemen, hello, it's Bart again. Here to mention
rules that I'd like to recommend, 'Cause like it or
lump it, this is Simpson style, And this I demand --
don't touch that dial. I got your attention, so you'd
better listen up, Dance if you must, but please don't
interrupt, 'Cause the singing I'm slayin' comes
straight from the heart, I called this little song
"The Ten Commandments Of Bart".
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| Coro: |
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Thou shall
have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If
you wanna be happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah,
yeah, thou shall have fun.
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| Bart: |
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Let us begin
with commandment number ten: Thou shall be sure to
shake your big rear end. Shake it for your mama, and
shake it for when You wanna party-hearty and get down
in the den. Getting funky in the rumpus room be kinda
hip, You bring the chips, I'll bring the bean
dip. By this, I mean shake your bootius
maximus Make everybody happy, give them
satisfactimus.
Now comes a time for commandment
number nine, Goes something like this: thou shall
always make rhymes. 'Cause rhyming is a way, man, to
make your own news, Better than CNN, better than
Family Values. Don't get me misconstrued, I'm not
tryin' to be crude, But a bad attitude will put you
in a good mood. It ain't true that our culture's in a
decline, Just listen to the super-fine, spine-shaking
bass line. Now you're itchin' and twitchin' to this
mucho bewitchin', The hip-hop tune that I'm presently
hatchin', Hold on to your hats, because here comes
some scratchin'. Who did that?
Let's cruise,
shall we now, to commandment number eight, Goes
exactly like this: thou shall procrastinate. Put
another way, this means you must be late, Whenever
you can, make everybody wait. When homework is due,
don't give in to fate, But do say: teacher, guess
what the dog ate!
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| Krabappel: |
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Bart!
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| Bart: |
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Of all the
commandments, none can be greater, If you want more
details, come back later.
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| Coro: |
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Thou shall
have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If
you wanna be happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah,
yeah, thou shall have fun.
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| Bart: |
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Moving right
along, here's commandment number seven. Thou shall go
wild, 'cause you'll never get to heaven. You don't
say No, you do say Yo, You hear bad songs, turn up on
the radio. Then, when you're dead, Fred, where you
gonna go? You're going down low, where the rocks
grow. The whole scene looks like a heavy metal
video, Except no guitars, 'cause, wouldn't ya
know, It's well down in hell except -- good ever
plays the banjo. Ha ha ha ha ha.
Next up here
is commandment number six, Goes like this: thou shall
dance like lunatics. Try to get movin' and shakin'
and groovin' And hoppin' and moppin' and
flippity-floppin'. Hey, what happened? Beat box is
broke. Maggie, come here quick, I'm starting to
choke. Come on girl, here's the deal, I'm really
stuckin', I need your help, so Maggie please start
suckin'! Oh yeah, that's it, that's what I
require, An inspired baby sister with an ultra-hip
pacifier.
And now we arrive to commandment number
five. Short and sweet: thou shall be alive. Take
off your pants, strut around in the nude, If somebody
sees you, say "What's happening, dude?"
Oh yeah,
now we're starting to soar, The countdown continues:
commandment number four. I say into you: thou shall
slam the door, Wake up the neighbours, that's what
it's for. Slam it again and slam it some more, Now
you got a beat that never happened
before.
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| Coro: |
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Thou shall
have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If
you wanna be happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah,
yeah, thou shall have fun.
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| Bart: |
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Which brings
our song to commandment number three: Thou shall
question authority. 'Cause authority hates
curiosity, Which leads straight to
originality. From there, my friends, it's
spontaneity, And the downward spots straight to
mockery. Then a hop and a skip to mutiny, Then
mutiny leads to anarchy, Then eee...
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| Homero: |
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Bart! Knock
it off! Turn it down!
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| Bart: |
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Okay, okay,
here's commandment number two: Thou shall do exactly
what you wanna do. Get a tattoo, eat a
honeydew, Raid a taboo, paint your head blue. If
you're bald, go buy a toupee; If you're starved, go
eat a souffle; If you're crazy, get on a
subway; If you're bored, dance on a freeway. If
you're sexy, put on a negligee -- 'Cause this is what
I have to say. Hurray for horseplay, gotta have
horseplay, Besides that, man, eh, what the
hey.
And now, at last, it's commandment number
one. Put quite simply: thou shall have
fun!
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| Coro: |
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Thou shall
have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If
you wanna be happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah,
yeah, thou shall have fun. Thou shall have fun, yeah,
yeah, yeah, thou shall have fun. If you wanna be
happy. Thou shall have fun, yeah, yeah, yeah, thou
shall have fun. Thou shall have fun.
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| Lisa: |
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That was
pretty cool, huh? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha.
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