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