[Intro – Harmonica + Jangle] G D Em C | G D C D [Verse 1] G D Em C Sunday night glow on the second-hand couch, yellow like a sunrise smile, G D C D Lisa’s sax riff, Homer’s “D’oh,” we were laughing through the miles. G D Em C Homework half-done, pizza box drums, credits rolling by, G D C D Cutaways later in Quahog town, jokes that learned to fly. [Pre-Chorus] Am C G D I kept my heart in the static hum, my hopes in TV light, Am C G D If laughter’s armor for the soul, I wore it every night. [Chorus – singalong] C G D Em Raised by reruns, raised by the late-night glow, C G D G From Springfield sidewalks to Quahog radio. C G D Em If growing up hurt, we tuned our wounds to a song, C G D G Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we learned to carry on. [Verse 2 – your stanza, verbatim] G D Em C I think I"m funny I got wit G D C D Comedy writing is maybe a gig G D Em C Yet no one seemed as quiet as me G D C D A brain that is dysfucntioning G D Em C I guess it's because I grew up depressed G D C D And now I can sing like all the rest [Pre-Chorus] Am C G D I wasn’t loud, but the chorus was—held me like a friend, Am C G D Cartoon thunder, human rain—somehow it helped me mend. [Chorus] C G D Em Raised by reruns, raised by the late-night glow, C G D G From Springfield sidewalks to Quahog radio. C G D Em If jokes were ladders, we climbed to see the dawn, C G D G Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we learned to carry on. [Bridge – talk-sing + harmonies] Em C G D To the younger ones listening: it’s okay to not be okay. Em C G D Keep your kindness sharp as wit, let the music lead the way. Em C G D When the laugh track fades to quiet and the mirror’s hard to face, Am C D (stop) Hum the theme you grew up with—step back into your place. [Breakdown – claps & tambourine] G D Em C (Whoa-oh) We kept the light on—(Whoa-oh) even when it rained, G D C D (Whoa-oh) Turned a punchline—(Whoa-oh) into something we reclaimed. [Final Chorus – bigger, with harmonica answers] C G D Em Raised by reruns, raised by the late-night glow, C G D G From Springfield sidewalks to Quahog radio. C G D Em If growing up hurt, we tuned our wounds to a song, C G D G Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we learned to carry on. C G D Em Laugh till you’re lighter, sing till you belong, C G D G Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, we learned to carry on. [Outro – Harmonica tag] G D Em C | G D G (ring)
