Around the house, I never lift a finger As a husband and father, I'm sub-par I'd rather drink a beer than win Father of the Year I'm happy with things the way they are I'm getting used to never getting noticed I'm stuck here 'till I can steal a car The house is still a mess and I'm going bald from stress But, we're happy just the way we are! ♪ They're not perfect, but the Lord says "love thy neighbor" Shut up, Flanders! Okily-dokely-doo! Don't think it's sour grapes But you're all a bunch of apes And so I must be leaving you! Goodbye, Sherry Bobbins Thanks for everything (So long, Superman!)