Chords for The Simpsons Sing the Blues: Deep, Deep Trouble by Bart Simpson
Tempo:
98.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
A
Gm
G
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Start Jamming...
BARK!
Go to your room!
Alright.
I got trouble!
Well, your bandits do.
What are we talking about?
Well, your bandits do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Well, your bandits do, and your bandits don't.
BARK!
Let me [A] start at the start, then take it away.
My name is Simpson, [C]
Bartholomew J.
That's [A] Art with an Art in a capital B, then [G] Simp plus S-O-N.
That's [C] me.
Introductions aside, [Bb] let's move right [A] along.
You can all sing along at the sound of the [C] gong.
Once [Bb] upon a time, about a week ago,
All [G] of a sudden, trouble started to [C] grow.
[A] Alarm was buzzin', I [Bb] was snoozin'.
Supposed [Cm] to get up now, but I was refusing
To [A] let [Bb] reality become an [A] intrusion
Cause in dreamy green land, I was [C] cruisin'.
But the [A] buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, it heard an explosion.
[C] It [Bb] opened up my eyes, to [Am] my surprise,
There [G] stood Homer, and his temperature [N] rise.
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,
Shut it!
Get up!
Move along!
Move it on the [C] double!
Cause you, you, don't give a jeep, jeep, double!
[Gm] [F]
Jeep, [C] double!
[Gm] [G]
Jeep, [C] double!
[Gm] Homer, man.
[F]
[C] Jeep, double!
[Gm] [F]
[C] So I'm [Bb] in the front yard, mowin' like [A] crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is [C] blazing.
[Bb] Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car
With [G] Mom and Lisa, hopin' to go in real [C] hard.
And [A] Dad yells, Burn!
And I go, Yo!
[C] He goes, You done yet?
And I go, No.
[A] He goes, Oh, you're too slow.
So I [G] step on the gas, speed up the [C] mow.
[A] Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree.
Wham!
Krrr!
Pshh!
Rainin' on [C] me.
[A] I go, Whoa!
Homer goes, No, [G] now you can't go.
Do the boat show.
This is my thanks after working my butt off.
Homer revs the [Db] motor and they all start to putter.
Soaked to the bone, standin' in a puddle,
No one needs to [C] tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.
[A] [Gm] No!
[F] I'm in [C] deep trouble.
[Gm] I'm [G] in deep trouble.
[C] [Gm] You're [F] going to be in [C] trouble.
[Gm] Well, you're in deep trouble and you're gonna be gone.
[F] No!
[C] [A] Soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on a lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades [C] on.
Now I'd [Bb] never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But [G] inspiration hits me, let's have a [F] party.
Called up my posse, they were [G] here in a flash.
They brought up their pals, we started to thrash.
They were stripin' and smokin' and occasional crash.
A fistfight or two and Nintendo for cash.
We made it the frizz, 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 the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep, deep [C] trouble.
Trouble!
[Gm] [F]
Deep, [C] deep trouble!
[Gm]
[G] Nope!
[C] [Gm]
[C] [Gm] I'm a deep trouble!
[F]
[C] There's a little [Bb] epilogue to my tale of [A] sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his royal [C] dadness.
He rounded the corner and came to a [A] stop.
Threw me inside Jake's barber [C] 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.
Well, [F] you're damned if you ain't [C] in trouble.
[G] Trouble!
[D] Aw, come on man.
[Gm] You're damned if you do, well, we tried and it went well.
[F] You're damned if you didn't care, [C] so you can do [Gm] well.
You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
[C] Trouble!
Nope!
[F] [G]
[F] [N]
Go to your room!
Alright.
I got trouble!
Well, your bandits do.
What are we talking about?
Well, your bandits do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Well, your bandits do, and your bandits don't.
BARK!
Let me [A] start at the start, then take it away.
My name is Simpson, [C]
Bartholomew J.
That's [A] Art with an Art in a capital B, then [G] Simp plus S-O-N.
That's [C] me.
Introductions aside, [Bb] let's move right [A] along.
You can all sing along at the sound of the [C] gong.
Once [Bb] upon a time, about a week ago,
All [G] of a sudden, trouble started to [C] grow.
[A] Alarm was buzzin', I [Bb] was snoozin'.
Supposed [Cm] to get up now, but I was refusing
To [A] let [Bb] reality become an [A] intrusion
Cause in dreamy green land, I was [C] cruisin'.
But the [A] buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, it heard an explosion.
[C] It [Bb] opened up my eyes, to [Am] my surprise,
There [G] stood Homer, and his temperature [N] rise.
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,
Shut it!
Get up!
Move along!
Move it on the [C] double!
Cause you, you, don't give a jeep, jeep, double!
[Gm] [F]
Jeep, [C] double!
[Gm] [G]
Jeep, [C] double!
[Gm] Homer, man.
[F]
[C] Jeep, double!
[Gm] [F]
[C] So I'm [Bb] in the front yard, mowin' like [A] crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is [C] blazing.
[Bb] Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car
With [G] Mom and Lisa, hopin' to go in real [C] hard.
And [A] Dad yells, Burn!
And I go, Yo!
[C] He goes, You done yet?
And I go, No.
[A] He goes, Oh, you're too slow.
So I [G] step on the gas, speed up the [C] mow.
[A] Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree.
Wham!
Krrr!
Pshh!
Rainin' on [C] me.
[A] I go, Whoa!
Homer goes, No, [G] now you can't go.
Do the boat show.
This is my thanks after working my butt off.
Homer revs the [Db] motor and they all start to putter.
Soaked to the bone, standin' in a puddle,
No one needs to [C] tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.
[A] [Gm] No!
[F] I'm in [C] deep trouble.
[Gm] I'm [G] in deep trouble.
[C] [Gm] You're [F] going to be in [C] trouble.
[Gm] Well, you're in deep trouble and you're gonna be gone.
[F] No!
[C] [A] Soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on a lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades [C] on.
Now I'd [Bb] never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But [G] inspiration hits me, let's have a [F] party.
Called up my posse, they were [G] here in a flash.
They brought up their pals, we started to thrash.
They were stripin' and smokin' and occasional crash.
A fistfight or two and Nintendo for cash.
We made it the frizz, 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 the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep, deep [C] trouble.
Trouble!
[Gm] [F]
Deep, [C] deep trouble!
[Gm]
[G] Nope!
[C] [Gm]
[C] [Gm] I'm a deep trouble!
[F]
[C] There's a little [Bb] epilogue to my tale of [A] sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his royal [C] dadness.
He rounded the corner and came to a [A] stop.
Threw me inside Jake's barber [C] 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.
Well, [F] you're damned if you ain't [C] in trouble.
[G] Trouble!
[D] Aw, come on man.
[Gm] You're damned if you do, well, we tried and it went well.
[F] You're damned if you didn't care, [C] so you can do [Gm] well.
You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't.
[C] Trouble!
Nope!
[F] [G]
[F] [N]
Key:
C
A
Gm
G
F
C
A
Gm
_ _ _ _ _ BARK!
Go to your room!
Alright. _ _ _ _ _
I got trouble!
Well, your bandits do.
What are we talking about?
Well, your bandits do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Well, your bandits do, and your bandits don't.
BARK!
Let me [A] start at the start, then take it away.
My name is Simpson, [C]
Bartholomew J.
That's [A] Art with an Art in a capital B, then [G] Simp plus S-O-N.
That's [C] me.
Introductions aside, [Bb] let's move right [A] along.
You can all sing along at the sound of the [C] gong.
Once [Bb] upon a time, about a week ago,
All [G] of a sudden, trouble started to [C] grow.
[A] Alarm was buzzin', I [Bb] was snoozin'.
Supposed [Cm] to get up now, but I was refusing
To [A] let [Bb] reality become an [A] intrusion
Cause in dreamy green land, I was [C] cruisin'.
But the [A] buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, it heard an explosion.
[C] It [Bb] opened up my eyes, to [Am] my surprise,
There [G] stood Homer, and his temperature [N] rise.
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,
Shut it!
Get up!
Move along!
Move it on the [C] double!
Cause you, you, don't give a jeep, jeep, double!
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F]
Jeep, [C] double!
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [G]
Jeep, [C] double!
_ [Gm] Homer, man.
_ [F] _
[C] Jeep, double!
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _
[C] So I'm [Bb] in the front yard, mowin' like [A] crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is [C] blazing.
[Bb] Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car
With [G] Mom and Lisa, hopin' to go in real [C] hard.
And [A] Dad yells, Burn!
And I go, Yo!
[C] He goes, You done yet?
And I go, No.
[A] He goes, Oh, you're too slow.
So I [G] step on the gas, speed up the [C] mow.
[A] Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree.
Wham!
Krrr!
Pshh!
Rainin' on [C] me.
[A] I go, Whoa!
Homer goes, No, [G] now you can't go.
Do the boat show.
This is my thanks after working my butt off.
Homer revs the [Db] motor and they all start to putter.
Soaked to the bone, standin' in a puddle,
No one needs to [C] tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.
[A] _ [Gm] No!
_ [F] I'm in [C] deep trouble.
[Gm] _ _ _ I'm [G] in deep trouble.
[C] _ [Gm] _ _ _ You're [F] going to be in [C] trouble.
[Gm] Well, you're in deep trouble and you're gonna be gone.
[F] No!
_ [C] [A] Soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on a lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades [C] on.
Now I'd [Bb] never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But [G] inspiration hits me, let's have a [F] party.
Called up my posse, they were [G] here in a flash.
They brought up their pals, we started to thrash.
They were stripin' and smokin' and occasional crash.
A fistfight or two and Nintendo for cash.
We made it the frizz, 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 the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep, deep [C] trouble.
Trouble!
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [F]
Deep, [C] deep trouble!
_ _ [Gm] _ _
[G] Nope!
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] I'm a deep trouble!
[F] _
[C] There's a little [Bb] epilogue to my tale of [A] sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his royal [C] dadness.
He rounded the corner and came to a [A] stop.
Threw me inside Jake's barber [C] 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.
_ _ _ Well, [F] you're damned if you ain't [C] in trouble.
[G] Trouble! _ _ _ _
[D] Aw, come on man.
[Gm] You're damned if you do, well, we tried and it went well.
[F] You're damned if you didn't care, [C] so you can do [Gm] well.
You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't. _
[C] Trouble!
Nope!
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
Go to your room!
Alright. _ _ _ _ _
I got trouble!
Well, your bandits do.
What are we talking about?
Well, your bandits do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Well, your bandits do, and your bandits don't.
BARK!
Let me [A] start at the start, then take it away.
My name is Simpson, [C]
Bartholomew J.
That's [A] Art with an Art in a capital B, then [G] Simp plus S-O-N.
That's [C] me.
Introductions aside, [Bb] let's move right [A] along.
You can all sing along at the sound of the [C] gong.
Once [Bb] upon a time, about a week ago,
All [G] of a sudden, trouble started to [C] grow.
[A] Alarm was buzzin', I [Bb] was snoozin'.
Supposed [Cm] to get up now, but I was refusing
To [A] let [Bb] reality become an [A] intrusion
Cause in dreamy green land, I was [C] cruisin'.
But the [A] buzz kept buzzin', my head kept buzzin'.
Gave the radio a throw, it heard an explosion.
[C] It [Bb] opened up my eyes, to [Am] my surprise,
There [G] stood Homer, and his temperature [N] rise.
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,
Shut it!
Get up!
Move along!
Move it on the [C] double!
Cause you, you, don't give a jeep, jeep, double!
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F]
Jeep, [C] double!
_ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [G]
Jeep, [C] double!
_ [Gm] Homer, man.
_ [F] _
[C] Jeep, double!
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] _
[C] So I'm [Bb] in the front yard, mowin' like [A] crazy,
Sweatin' like a pig and the sun is [C] blazing.
[Bb] Homer's in the driveway, gettin' in the car
With [G] Mom and Lisa, hopin' to go in real [C] hard.
And [A] Dad yells, Burn!
And I go, Yo!
[C] He goes, You done yet?
And I go, No.
[A] He goes, Oh, you're too slow.
So I [G] step on the gas, speed up the [C] mow.
[A] Didn't see that sprinkler underneath that tree.
Wham!
Krrr!
Pshh!
Rainin' on [C] me.
[A] I go, Whoa!
Homer goes, No, [G] now you can't go.
Do the boat show.
This is my thanks after working my butt off.
Homer revs the [Db] motor and they all start to putter.
Soaked to the bone, standin' in a puddle,
No one needs to [C] tell me I'm in deep, deep trouble.
[A] _ [Gm] No!
_ [F] I'm in [C] deep trouble.
[Gm] _ _ _ I'm [G] in deep trouble.
[C] _ [Gm] _ _ _ You're [F] going to be in [C] trouble.
[Gm] Well, you're in deep trouble and you're gonna be gone.
[F] No!
_ [C] [A] Soon as they're gone, I'm stretched on a lawn,
Lookin' at the sky with my sunshades [C] on.
Now I'd [Bb] never ever claimed that I was a smarty,
But [G] inspiration hits me, let's have a [F] party.
Called up my posse, they were [G] here in a flash.
They brought up their pals, we started to thrash.
They were stripin' and smokin' and occasional crash.
A fistfight or two and Nintendo for cash.
We made it the frizz, 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 the sinkin' sensation I'm in deep, deep [C] trouble.
Trouble!
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [F]
Deep, [C] deep trouble!
_ _ [Gm] _ _
[G] Nope!
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ [Gm] I'm a deep trouble!
[F] _
[C] There's a little [Bb] epilogue to my tale of [A] sadness.
I was dragged down the street by his royal [C] dadness.
He rounded the corner and came to a [A] stop.
Threw me inside Jake's barber [C] 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.
_ _ _ Well, [F] you're damned if you ain't [C] in trouble.
[G] Trouble! _ _ _ _
[D] Aw, come on man.
[Gm] You're damned if you do, well, we tried and it went well.
[F] You're damned if you didn't care, [C] so you can do [Gm] well.
You're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't. _
[C] Trouble!
Nope!
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _