Simpsons - Do the Bartman

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Comment by Shadowviewer on November 17, 2008 at 11:10pm

Homer: Bart. Bart. Bart. *smash* BART!
Bart: I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.

Bart: Yo! Hey, what's happening, dude?
I'm the guy with the rep for being rude.
Terrorizing people wherever I go,
It's not intentional, just keepin' the flow.

Fixin' test scores to get the best scores.
Droppin' banana peels all over the floor.
I'm the kid that made delinquency an art;
Last name Simpson, first name Bart.

I'm here today to introduce the next phase,
The next step in the big Bart craze.
I've got a dance real easy to do;
I learned it with no rhythm, and so can you.

So move your body if you've got the notion,
Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Now that you've got it, if you think you can,
Do it to the music -- that's the Bartman.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Whoa!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake it out, man!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Bartman!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Uh-huh.
Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart:
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Whoa, mama!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Whoa.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.

Bart: It wasn't long ago, just a couple of weeks,
I got in trouble, yeah, pretty deep.
Homer was yellin',
Homer: BART!
Bart: Mom was too,
Because I put mothballs in the beef stew.

Punishment time, in the air lurks gloom,
Sitting by myself, confined to my room.
When all else fails, nothin' else left to do,
I turn on the music, so I can feel the groove.

Back: Move your body, if you've got the notion.
Bart: Whoa, I'm feelin' the groove now, baby!
Back: Front to back in a rock-like motion.
Bart: Bring it back, whoa!
Back: Move you hips from side to side now.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Back: Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
Bart: Whoa, Lisa. Ha!
Back: If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Bart: Ha, ha ha!
Back: Light rhythm in time with the music.
Bart: Ha, haha. Check it out, man.
Back: You just might start a chain reaction.
Bart: If you can do the Bart, you're bad like Michael Jackson.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Oh, yeah!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake yo body!
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Huhp!
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Yeah, do the Bartman.
Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Everybody, yeah, do the Bartman.
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Shake it out.
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Whoa, mama.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: I'm bad, I'm bad!

Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Everybody back and forth, from side to side.
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Pick your feet up off the floor, let 'em glide!
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
She can do it, he can do it, so can I.
Back: Do the Bartman.
Bart: Do the Bartman!
Now here's a dance beat that you can't deny.

Homer: Turn it down! Will you stop that infernal racket?!
Back: DO THE BARTMAN!!!

(Lisa plays saxophone)

Bart: Oh, my ears! Lisa! Put that saxophone away!
You can't touch this. *clatter*
I didn't do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can't prove anything.

Oop!

Now I'm in the house, feeling good to be home,
Till Lisa starts blowing that damn saxophone.
And if it was mine, you know they'd take it away,
But still I'm feeling good, so that's okay.

I'm up in my room, just a singin' a song,
Listen to the kick drum, kickin' along.
Yeah Lisa likes jazz; she's their number one fan,
But I know I'm bad, 'cause I do the Bartman.

Back: Everybody, if you can, do the Bartman.
Bart: Hey, everybody!
Back: Shake your body, turn it out if you can, man.
Bart: Need I remind you?
Back: Front to the back, to the side if you can, can.
Bart: Ooh, I am Bart, Bart-man.
Back: Everybody in the house do the Bartman.
Bart: Huh. Sha