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Revision as of 04:15, March 31, 2012
You're a Bunch of Stuff is a song sung by the cast that subtly praises Marge's new inplants in the episode Large Marge. The music was written by Alf Clausen and the lyrics by Ian Maxtone-Graham. It is the eleventh track on the album The Simpsons: Testify.
Lyrics
- Luigi:
- For you, pretty lady, I make-a da fresh-a pasta, instead of da crappa from a can I give-a to ev'rybody else-ih. And Marge, if your mouth-a get tired, Angelo here will chew for you.
- Angelo:
- Yeah, I like-a to chew.
- Marge:
- Thank you, fellas.
- Lisa:
- Mom, doesn't it bother you that they're giving you all this attention just because of...those?
- Homer:
- That's not true, Lisa, there are a lot of complicated issues here that can only be explained through song.
- You took a twenty-karat diamond
- And made it gleam
- Like a big spaghetti dinner
- Smothered in whipped cream.
- Comic Book Guy:
- You're like X-Men number three
- In a mylar bag.
- Snake Jailbird:
- You're a brand new muscle car
- And all the wheels are mag.
- Mr. Burns:
- You make me feel as young
- As the blood I get from sheep.
- The Sea Captain:
- Yer like Jacqueline Bisset
- In me fav'rite film...The Deep.
- Moe Szyslak:
- You're sexy and exotic
- Like a hooker from Belize.
- Dr. Hibbert:
- Or a patient with insurance
- Who's crawling with disease.
- All:
- You're a sundae underneath
- Two great big cherries.
- Marge:
- Keep in mind they're only
- Temporar-ar-ies.
- All:
- Oh, we'd like to say that we are very very
- Glad to see you.
- Mayor Quimby:
- And I decree you
- The hottest thing to hit this city since the fire that killed eleven—
- (everyone gasps)
- —dangerous criminals!
- All:
- Hooray!
- Homer:
- And they're all mine!
- Marge:
- Hmmm, Homer, how come you never sang a song like that to me before?
- Homer:
- Oh, I was getting around to it.
