Everything’s coming up millhouse
But Lisa still passes him by
Everything’s coming up millhouse
But his flood pants can’t keep his eyes dry
He gives nelson Lisa’s letter
He believes that when she leaves him
she’ll like millhouse better
He get’s knocked to the floor
Isn’t that what a big sister is for?
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But no body likes him at all
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But the friends that he’s got laugh at him
when he falls
Milhouse don’t you know
Where ever you go
Trouble will follow
Don’t forget class is
Dismissed at the end
and don’t lend your glasses
To your best friend.
He’ll copy your earring
He’ll sell you his soul
He’ll lie about your goldfish
Even though you’ve got the bowl
Milhouse, lower your eyebrows
And the other one, too
Alone and blue like you
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But no body likes you at all
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But the friends that you’ve got laugh at you
when you fall
In the tree house you’re a loner
Lisa knows there’s nothing funny ‘bout the word “tromboner”
She’s bound to respect you soon
When she sees that you’ll do anything she asks of you
You’re so vacant, Milhouse
you could be ol’ Gil’s house
You’re unsatisfactory
As dry as your dad’s cracker factory
Life’s given you lemons
You’ve squozen your supply
You know then what it feels like when doves cry
Everything’s coming up millhouse
But Lisa still passes him by
Everything’s coming up millhouse
But his flood pants can’t keep his eyes dry
He gives nelson Lisa’s letter
He believes that when she leaves him
she’ll like millhouse better
He get’s knocked to the floor
Isn’t that what a big sister is for?
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But no body likes him at all
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But the friends that he’s got laugh at him
when he falls
Milhouse don’t you know
Куда бы ты ни шел
Trouble will follow
Don’t forget class is
Dismissed at the end
and don’t lend your glasses
To your best friend.
He’ll copy your earring
He’ll sell you his soul
He’ll lie about your goldfish
Even though you’ve got the bowl
Milhouse, lower your eyebrows
And the other one, too
Alone and blue like you
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But no body likes you at all
Everything’s coming up Milhouse
But the friends that you’ve got laugh at you
when you fall
In the tree house you’re a loner
Lisa knows there’s nothing funny ‘bout the word “tromboner”
She’s bound to respect you soon
When she sees that you’ll do anything she asks of you
You’re so vacant, Milhouse
you could be ol’ Gil’s house
You’re unsatisfactory
As dry as your dad’s cracker factory
Life’s given you lemons
You’ve squozen your supply
You know then what it feels like when doves cry
