Jackson Browne: You hooked up in high school
now you've come so far.
And you started to hate him
and hit him with your car.
Homer: So I threw you a fancy banquet.
And now you can't stay mad.
How 'bout a make-up snuggle
It would be so rad.
Jackson Browne: When you turned out the light
I've got to hand it to me.
It looks like it's me and you again tonight