Als sich Homer bei einem Kinobesuch ziemlich danebenbenimmt, läßt Marge ihn das deutlich spüren. Beleidigt unternimmt er eine Kneipentour, bei der er die Kellnerin Lurleen kennenlernt. Lurleen singt Country-Lieder, wovon Homer begeistert ist. Er will sie groß rausbringen und wird ihr Manager. Während Lurleen immer populärer wird, leidet Marge ziemlich unter dieser "musikalischen" Beziehung ihres geliebten Homer.
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Tafelgag
Ich darf nicht eigenmächtig Probealarm geben. (I will not conduct my own fire drills.)
Couchgag
Die Familie rennt herein. Sie setzen sich auf die Couch und versinken langsam in den Kissen.
Lurleen: You work all day, for some old man Sweat and break your back Then you go home to your castle But your queen won't cut you slack.
That's why you're losin' all your hair That's why you're overweight That's why you flipped your pickup truck Right off the interstate.
There's a lot of bull they hand you There's nothin' you can do Your wife don't understand you, but I do I said your wife don't understand you, but I do!
Lurleen: Oh the bases were empty on the diamond of my heart When the coach called me up to the plate I'd been swingin', and missin', at lovin' and kissin' My average was point double oh eight.
So I spit on my hands, knocked the dirt from my spikes And pointed right towards centre field This time I'm hitting a home run This time the love is for real.
I'll slide... I'll steal... I'll sacrifice A lovin' fly for you I been slumping all season but now I found a reason I struck on a love that is true.
I used to play the field I used to be a roamer But the season's turning 'round for me now I finally bagged me a homer. That's right, I finally bagged me a Homer.
Lurleen: In this trailer, I get so cold and lonely Lying there awake at night, muttering if only You weren't married, So I might ask you To bunk with me tonight Bunk with me tonight, oh, bunk with me tonight I'm asking, will you bunk with me tonight.
Lurleen: His name is Homer, he's quite a man I tried to kiss him, but Homer ran. Sure wish I could say, that I was his I hope that Marge knows, just how lucky she is.
