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:
Eyes, pearls, smile, hair points, dress, voice, shoes, swatch watch. I may be the new girl, but you can't brainwash me. Just Osh Kosh be gosh me, and
Who controls the British crown? Who keeps the metric system down? We do! We do! Who keeps Atlantis off the maps? Who keeps the Martians under wraps? We
[Jockeys] Freaks, freaks, freaks! We are the jockeys, jockeys are we We live underground in a fiberglass tree [Jockey #1] Ha! [Jockey #2] Ooo! [Jockey
Who controls the British crown? Who keeps the metric system down? We do, we do Who keeps Atlantis off the maps? Who keeps the Martians under wraps? We
Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, bona fide Electrified, six-car monorail What'd I say? Monorail What's it called? Monorail That's
Rainier Wolfcastle: Mein bratwurst has a first name, It's F-R-I-T-Z, Mein bratwurst has a second name,
Sherri & Terri: Bart sold his soul, and that's just swell, (& their souls) Now he's going straight to - Hello operator, give me number
Bart: [to the tune of the Colonel Bogey March] Lisa, her teeth are big and green. Lisa, she smells like gasoline. Lisa, da da da Disa. She is my sister
Marge/Blanche: I thought my life would be a Mardi Gras, A never ending party - hah! I'm a faded southern Dame without a dime.
Homer (spoken): Oh, I like food alright. Homer (singing): I like pizza; I like bagels; I like hotdogs with mustard and beer. Editor
Hitch that team up, Jebediah Springfield, Whip them horses, let them wagons roll, That a people might embiggen America, That a man might embiggen his
Janey: One plus one plus three is five, Little Bart Simpson's buried alive! He's so neat, he's so sweet. Now the rats have Bart to
Michael: Lisa, it's your birthday. God bless you this day. You gave me the gift of a little sister,
Sung by Lisa: Come gather 'round children its high time ye learns about a hero named Homer And the devil named burns We'll march till we drop The girls
Bart: [singing to the tune of "Popeye, the Sailor Man"] When I can't stop my fiddlin' I just takes me Ritalin I'm poppin' and sailin
tonight the games begin, Bart vs. Lisa: who will win? Their father's fat and their mother's thin, And Grampa Simpson
Hamill: Luke, be a Jedi tonight! Just be a Jedi tonight! Hamill & Chorus: Do it for Yoda, while we serve our guests a soda.
