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No sooner did I put 3 tune-up loops together, out came Mr. Simpson in all his glory. Please bear in mind that Mr. Simpson's neighbour has already gone partly mad due to all his suffering at the hands of Mr. Simpson, hence all his different voices. Hasn't this wretched neighbour ever heard of "moving?" As a side note, the picture is the closest likeness to Mr. Simpson that I could find.
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Mr. Simpson won’t you try to be my friend
when is all this trouble ever going to end
you let your dog relieve himself on my lawn (every single day!)
you put your garbage where it doesn’t belong (on my property!)
and you don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong
but let me tell you, tell you, tell you
I could give your dog a bone, a special one when he’s alone
and nobody’ll know, who caused his early demise
I could rent a farmer’s truck and fill it with some real good stuff
and nobody’ll know, who left that smelly surprise
and then I’ll be gone...
Mr. Simpson won’t you try to be my friend
when is all this trouble ever going to end
you let your gardener chop my favourite tree (it was grandmother’s!)
you play accordion at quarter to three (in the morning!)
it’s your true nature that you don’t wanna see
but let me tell you, tell you, tell you
I could cut your fruit trees down and prune your roses to the ground
and nobody’ll know, the green thumb on the go
I could bring a bagpipe band the biggest loudest in the land
and nobody’ll know, just what brought on the show
and then I’ll be gone...
I’m telling you Mr. Simpson, this can’t go on. Remember that line that says “love thy neighbour"? Well, doesn’t it mean anything to you? ... at all? Here goes...
Mr. Simpson won’t you try to be my friend
when will all this trouble (ever) end
when is all this trouble ever going to end
you let your dog relieve himself on my lawn (every single day!)
you put your garbage where it doesn’t belong (on my property!)
and you don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong
but let me tell you, tell you, tell you
I could give your dog a bone, a special one when he’s alone
and nobody’ll know, who caused his early demise
I could rent a farmer’s truck and fill it with some real good stuff
and nobody’ll know, who left that smelly surprise
and then I’ll be gone...
Mr. Simpson won’t you try to be my friend
when is all this trouble ever going to end
you let your gardener chop my favourite tree (it was grandmother’s!)
you play accordion at quarter to three (in the morning!)
it’s your true nature that you don’t wanna see
but let me tell you, tell you, tell you
I could cut your fruit trees down and prune your roses to the ground
and nobody’ll know, the green thumb on the go
I could bring a bagpipe band the biggest loudest in the land
and nobody’ll know, just what brought on the show
and then I’ll be gone...
I’m telling you Mr. Simpson, this can’t go on. Remember that line that says “love thy neighbour"? Well, doesn’t it mean anything to you? ... at all? Here goes...
Mr. Simpson won’t you try to be my friend
when will all this trouble (ever) end
rovert10
Very funny and deranged. Love the jazz workout in the
second half. Great piano work.