WELCOME TO SQUID CENTRAL

Opened up my eyes, and to my surprise
There stood Homer, and his temperature risin'
I was chillin', he was yellin'
Face all distorted, 'cause he was propellin'
It wasn't what he said, but more of his tone
The usual jive, put your nose to the grindstone
I said I'm real sorry but that didn't cut it
I started to protest, but Dad said

Shut it
Get up, mow the lawn, move it on the double
'Cause if you don't, you're in deep, deep trouble

Trouble
Deep, deep trouble
Run into trouble
Where's your sense of humour, man ?