Hey, Marge, don't get so mad
You know Homer don't know no better
Remember the place he has in your heart
That way when he farts, you'll make it better

Hey, Marge, don't be afraid
Bart has made bombs a little better
Be patient, don't let him under your skin
Perhaps he'll begin to behave better.

And any time you feel the strain, hey, Marge, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Listen, Marge, can't you see? You've got a family
Where'd Lisa go? Oh yeah...Bart sold her

Hey, Marge! Don't let her down
You have found her, now go and get her
He sold her, right to the Comic Book Guy
No, I don't know why...just go make it better.

It's Maggie's changing time again, yellow hair, yellow skin
I wonder exactly when she'll get older
Marge don't you think it's kinda weird, same age for ten years
Yet Maggie still fits right on your shoulder

Hey, Marge, don't be so sad
They're not that bad (though I've seen better)
They're just like the floor in Kwik-E-Mart
Stuck on you from the start, so make it better

Better! Better! Better!
Better! BETTER! D'oh!!!

Na na na
nana na na
nana na na
Hey Marge! (Homer: "Honey, while you're up, can I have a beer?")

Na na na
nana na na
nana na na
Hey Marge! (Lisa: Mom, Bart's making explosives again!)

Na na na
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nana na na
Hey Marge! (Bart: I didn't do it, you didn't see me do it, you can't prove anything!)

Na na na
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Hey Marge! (Maggie: [pacifier sucking noise])

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Hey Marge! (Marge: [Marge nervous groan noise])

Na na na
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Hey Marge!

(repeat until fade out)