Lyrics:

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!)