Текст песни: The Simpsons. The Spring In Springfield.

You could close down Moe's,
Or the Kwik-E-Mart,
And nobody would care,
But the heart and soul
Of Springfield's in
Our Maison Derriere!

We're the sauce on your steak,
We're the cheese in your cake,
We put the spring in Springfield.
We're the lace on the nightgown,
The point after touchdown,
Yes we put the spring in Springfield.

We're that little extra spice
That makes existence extra-nice,
A giddy little thrill
At a reasonable price.

Our only major quarrel's
With your total lack of morals.
Our skimpy costumes ain't so bad,
They seem to entertain your dad!

The gin in your martini,
The clams on your linguine,
Yes we keep the (Belle flicks Bumblebee Man's antenna)
In Springfield!

We remember our first visit,
The service was exquisite!

Why Joseph, I had no idea!
Come on now, you were working here!

Without it we'd have had no fun
Since March of 1961!
To shut it down now would be twisted,
We just heard this place existed!

We're the highlights in your hairdo,
The extra arms on Vishnu,
So don't take the(Barney opens a Krusty-in-the-box)
We won't take the(Sideshow Mel blows on his slide-whistle)
Yes let's keep the(Moe crashes two garbage can lids together)
In Springfield!