Oh, give me a show where the father goes D'oh!
Where the writing is crisp with wordplay
Where often is heard, humor that is absurd
And the son is so rowdy all day

Hom, Homer's deranged
And the dialogue just three guys say
Where often is said, "Wish that Flanders were dead"
And the injuries mount up all day

How often at night I will watch with delight
At the show that's been on sixteen years
And as if that's no feat, it's a hit in repeat
Watch a dude full of donuts and beers

Hom, Homer is strange
And on Sunday night I'll never stray
To my set I'll be glued, for the best on the tube
And for DVD's I will go pay