Happy With Things The Way They Are

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.

Ned: They're not perfect,
But the Lord says "Love thy neighbour."

Homer: Shut up, Flanders.
Ned: Okely-dokely-do.
Shery: Don't think it's sour grapes,
But you're all a bunch of apes,
And so I must be leaving you!