whether igloo hut or lean-to
or geodisic dome
there's no place that i have been-to
that i'd rather call home

when i first arrived you were all such jerks
but now i've come to love your quirks
maggie with her eyes so bright
marge with hair by frank lloyd wright
lisa can philosophise
bart's adept at spinning lies
homer's a delightful fella
sorry 'bout the salmonela
who needs the quik-e-mart
now here's the tricky part
oh won't you rhyme with me?
who needs the quik-e-mart
their floors are sticky-mart
they made dad sicky-mart
i'll throw a brick-e-mart
the quik-e-mart is really d'oh
who needs the quik-e-mart
not me
who needs the quik-e-mart
not me

who needs the quik-e-mart? i dooooooo