Homer: Around the house, I never lift a finger
    As a husband and a 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.

    Lisa: I'm getting used to never getting noticed
    Bart: I'm stuck here till I can steal a car
    Marge: The house is still a mess
    And I'm going bald from stress
    Bart, Marge, & Lisa: But we're happy, just the way we are.

    Flanders: They're not perfect
    But the Lord says "Love thy neighbour."
    Homer: Shut up, Flanders
    Flanders: Okely-dokely-do
    Shary: Don't think it's sour grapes
    But you're all a bunch of apes
    And so I must be leaving you!