| Lisa: I’ve got a bratty brother,
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| Who bugs me every day.
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| This morning my old mother,
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| Gave my last cupcake away.
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| My dad he acts like,
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| Like he belongs in the zoo.
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| I’m the saddest kid,
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| The saddest kid in Grade number two.
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| I wish I had a pony,
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| I wish I were eighteen,
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| I wish I had a dime
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| For every kid who treats me mean.
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| They tease me 'cause I’m diff’rent,
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| Little diff’rent from the rest, oh yes.
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| Well, I’m down so low,
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| If I cheered up, I’d still be depressed.
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| The saxophone’s my best friend,
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| I play all over town.
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| But when I practice in my room, I hear
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| Homer: Lisa! |
| Keep it down!
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| Lisa: Although I’m only eight years old,
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| I’ve really paid my dues, it’s true.
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| That’s why I’ve got a case of,
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| A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.
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| (Guitar solo)
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| I wonder how I got here,
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| I wonder what I’ll be.
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| The saddest little twig
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| On this crazy family tree.
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| I feel like I’m a loser,
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| With nothing left to lose.
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| That’s why I’ve got a case of,
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| A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.
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| Oh there’s just no postponing,
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| A case of the Moanin' Lisa Blues.
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| (Saxophone solo)
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| (Harmonica solo)
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| (Saxophone solo fadeout) |