Here we go! Here we go! Here we go! Keep it coming! Keep it coming, Yo! Here we go, Yo! Here we go, Yo! Yah! Another summer morning, I give myself a stretch and a yawning. Jump outta bed, brush my teeth, hop in the shower, gonna make it brief. Lather on up, rinse off the suds, comb my hair, slip on my cool duds. Mirror, mirror, hangin' on the wall, tell me who's the coolest of them all? Yo, Bart, though you're sometimes rude, I must say it's you! Thanks dude. Now on my skateboard, I do my travel. Outta my way, I'm the king of the gravel! Lookin' around for a partner in crime, gettin' in trouble, havin' a good time. I look all around, but no matter where I ride or roll, love is in the air! What's this word called love? What's this word called love? What's this word called love? Go, go, go!!! Here we go! What's this word called love? What's this word called love? What's this word called love? Yah! The day is young, we're tryin' to have fun, watchin' love birds kissin' in the sun! Where are my pals? It's really a drag... everybody's smoochin', Makin' me wanna gag! Even the bluejays, the swans, and the sparrows, man, Mr. Cupid's got some huge cute arrows! Stacked in his backpack, ready to attack, shoot 'em through the heart, there's no turnin' back! Young ones, old ones, every size and shape: if all got to Cupid, there's no escape! Look at that park bench right over there, total gross out, he's kissin' her ear! Lucky for me, all my pals are strong, we'll never give in, we'll never go wrong! We'll never fail. Let 'em shove! The Bartman's posse is immune to love! Go! What's this word called love? Go! What's this word called love? Go! What's this word called love? Go, go, go! Here we go! Go! What's this word called love? Here we go! Go! What's this word called love? Here we go! Go! Here we go! Go! What's this word called love? Yah! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! As I followed the yellow brick road! Wait a minute! Whoa! Horsie! Whoa! What do I see? Do my eyes decieve me? Move a little closer to those kids behind the tree! Oh no! Don't tell me! It can't be true! My best friend Milhouse, a traitor to the crew! He's holding hands, he's talking sweet with that new little girl from across the street! He's lost his cool, his brain's gone south, he doesn't even care that she's a metal-mouth! Hey, c'mon Milhouse, let's get the lead out! Probably got me stuck as weird as I'll get out! What? Ok. If that's the way you feel. You'll never get me, the Bartman of steel. I learned a lot today, man, ya' know, the park is gettin' dark, so, yo, gotta go! What's this word called love(repeat 12 times)?