

Gym Teacher: BOMBARDMENT!

laddy1.mp3 Gym Teacher: I see you like reading. How do you like Bombardment. BOMBARDMENT! BOMBARDMENT!

laddy2.mp3

Gym Teacher: Van Houten?

Milhouse: Here sir, but my doctor says no more bombardment.

Gym Teacher: Well here's a second opinion! :bombards him:

laddy3.mp3 Willie: All I want is a place somewhere...

Oh, to have my shack rebuilt

Get my rotten teeth all drill't

Something on underneath me kilt

Oh, wouldn't it be adequate?

Matching shoes for both me feet

Dining on untainted meat

A toilet what still has its seat

Homer: Oh, wouldn't it be adequate?

Bart/Lisa: Adequate - adequate

Willie: Wouldn't it be adequate?

laddy4.mp3 Lisa: Okay, how do you address an archbishop?

Willie: I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya for what ye done to me!

laddy5.mp3 Marge: Wow, it glows in the dark!

Homer: It's not supposed to!

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Willie: What flows from the nose

Does not go on my clothes

Lisa: I think he's got it Oh yes, he's got it

Willie: What flows from the nose

Does not go on my clothes

Gah! A talkin' mirror! Gah!

Lisa: Where is that ghastly flow?

Willie: The nose - the nose!

Lisa: And where should it not go?

Homer: Blue pants - blue pants!

Lisa: Dad, get your own song!

Homer: Fine! I'm gettin' blue pants in the morning

Ding dong, the zipper's gonna shine!

laddy7.mp3 Moe: I don't get this. This guy paints his noggin, and you guys are ready to buy pants. Meanwhile I been paying for that billboard outside for a year now and it's not yielding nothing.

Billboard: You don't have to look at me! You don't have to look at me!

Woman: Well, he does have billboard money. Talking billboard money!

laddy8.mp3 Willie: I feel like I...

Could be indoors all night

Could use a fork and knife

And never soil my suit

I could be so polite

Start not a scene nor fight

And still not feel like a fruit

How very nice that there's no lice in my hair

And my toenails I don't bite

Now that I've reached the stage

Where I'm not full of rage

I could be indoors

Indoors all night

laddy9.mp3 Willie: May I help you sir.

Gym Teacher: These rolls are stale! Bombardment! Bring me some more! Bombardment! And some ice tea for the lady please. Bombardment!

laddy10.mp3 Willie: I've a fancy suit

And a clean white shirt

But I miss the days

When tractor fumes blew off my skirt

I was freezing cold

And I slept in mold

But I long for the shack where I lived

She was true to me

My old home of wood

And when I passed out from turpentine

She understood

Life was so sublime

Mr. Largo: Well, boo hoo, 'cause I'm

Hanging ferns in the shack where you lived

If I had your voice I'd talk-sing everything.

laddy11.mp3 Skinner: It is with great joy and a sense of once again everything is back to where it started that we welcome our once and future groundskeeper Willie.

laddy12.mp3 Willie: Heaven, I'm in heaven.

Skinner: Willie, please express yourself through mopping.

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BOMBARDMENT!I see you like reading. How do you like Bombardment. BOMBARDMENT! BOMBARDMENT!Van Houten?Here sir, but my doctor says no more bombardment.Well here's a second opinion! :bombards him:All I want is a place somewhere...Oh, to have my shack rebuiltGet my rotten teeth all drill'tSomething on underneath me kiltOh, wouldn't it be adequate?Matching shoes for both me feetDining on untainted meatA toilet what still has its seatOh, wouldn't it be adequate?Adequate - adequateWouldn't it be adequate?Okay, how do you address an archbishop?I'll kill ya! I'll kill ya for what ye done to me!Wow, it glows in the dark!It's not supposed to!What flows from the noseDoes not go on my clothesI think he's got it Oh yes, he's got itWhat flows from the noseDoes not go on my clothesGah! A talkin' mirror! Gah!Where is that ghastly flow?The nose - the nose!And where should it not go?Blue pants - blue pants!Dad, get your own song!Fine! I'm gettin' blue pants in the morningDing dong, the zipper's gonna shine!I don't get this. This guy paints his noggin, and you guys are ready to buy pants. Meanwhile I been paying for that billboard outside for a year now and it's not yielding nothing.You don't have to look at me! You don't have to look at me!Well, he does have billboard money. Talking billboard money!I feel like I...Could be indoors all nightCould use a fork and knifeAnd never soil my suitI could be so politeStart not a scene nor fightAnd still not feel like a fruitHow very nice that there's no lice in my hairAnd my toenails I don't biteNow that I've reached the stageWhere I'm not full of rageI could be indoorsIndoors all nightMay I help you sir.These rolls are stale! Bombardment! Bring me some more! Bombardment! And some ice tea for the lady please. Bombardment!I've a fancy suitAnd a clean white shirtBut I miss the daysWhen tractor fumes blew off my skirtI was freezing coldAnd I slept in moldBut I long for the shack where I livedShe was true to meMy old home of woodAnd when I passed out from turpentineShe understoodLife was so sublimeWell, boo hoo, 'cause I'mHanging ferns in the shack where you livedIf I had your voice I'd talk-sing everything.It is with great joy and a sense of once again everything is back to where it started that we welcome our once and future groundskeeper Willie.Heaven, I'm in heaven.Willie, please express yourself through mopping.