"Radio Bart" is the thirteenth episode of The Simpsons' third season. It originally aired on the Fox network in the United States on January 9, 1992. In the episode, for his birthday Bart receives a microphone that transmits sound to nearby AM radios, and also uses a labelmaker to put "Property of Bart Simpson" on all his possessions. To play a prank on the citizens of Springfield, Bart places a radio deep inside a well and uses the microphone to trick the town into thinking a little boy is stuck in it. He enjoys the prank until Lisa reminds him of the "Property of Bart Simpson" label stuck to the radio. Whilst trying to retrieve it, Bart gets trapped in the well. Still smarting from his prank, the town leaves him down there. Eventually Homer decides to rescue Bart by himself.
The episode was written by Jon Vitti and directed by Carlos Baeza. Musician Sting guest starred in the episode as himself, though the producers originally approached Bruce Springsteen to appear. The episode features cultural references to charity singles such as "We Are the World". Since airing, "Radio Bart" has received mostly positive reviews from television critics. It acquired a Nielsen rating of 14.1 and was the highest-rated show on the Fox network the week it aired. It was nominated for an Emmy Award, but lost to A Claymation Easter.
O'Toole is an Irish surname. It may refer to:
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The O'Tooles of Leinster, one of the leading families of that province, are descended from Tuathal Mac Augaire, King of Leinster (died 958), who belonged to the Uí Dúnlainge dynasty. The name is an anglicisation of the Irish Ó Tuathail.
Their original territory comprised the southern part of the present County Kildare but they were driven from it during the Anglo Norman invasion and settled in the mountains of what is now County Wicklow around Glendalough.
Here, with their kinsmen the O'Byrne family, they were noted for their tough resistance to English domination for four centuries; including exercising great influence over the foundation of the Confederation of Kilkenny in 1642 in what had become Confederate Ireland.
At the start of the 16th century, there were five great houses, all, owing allegiance to "The O'Toole of Powerscourt" as the recognized chief:
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by: W.A.S.P.[On Your Knees]
Dancing with danger right until dawn
The sin that you buy and you sell
Mom and daddy said "the life that you've led,
You'll party you're way straight to hell"
On Your knees,
You shall be on your knees
Cause I want you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
And I need you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
Cause I want you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
Playing with fire, lust in you burns
Reflecting the flames in your eyes
Sex and pain insane, they're really the same
Misused and confused, bound and tied
On Your knees
You shall be on your knees
Cause I want you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
And I need you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
Cause I want you on your knees
You shall be on your knees
On your knees that's where you all shall be
Well I bid you come taste your first deadly sin
Riding the wild wind and the door to submission
Will open and you shall fall in
[I Don? t Need No Doctor]
I don't need no doctor
'Cause I know what's ailing me
I don't need no doctor
'Cause I know what's ailing me
All I need is my baby
You don't know I'm in misery
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
My prescription tells me that
I don't need no doctor
My prescription tells me that
All I need is my baby
You don't know I'm in misery
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
Well the doctor said I need rest- ooh ooh
He put me on the critical list- ooh ooh
Keeping me safe from harm- ooh ooh
All I need is her sweet charm- ooh ooh
He gave me a medicated lotion, that wouldn't do
Ooh, yeah my emotion, oh yeah, no doctor no!
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
[Hellion]
Hell-hound, hot leather on your legs
That smoking powder keg you're riding on is hell-bound
And you're the one they claim
It's going down in flames
You're riding Hades' rails (Hellion)
Hellion, The devil's Hellion child
Hellion, will never have to die
Well child, you're sweatin' and you're stoned
That alcohol you downed makes you crazy-
All night, you damn the hurt and pain
And drink the devils rain
It's screaming out your name
Hellion, The devil's Hellion child
Hellion, will never have to die
The Gods you worship are steel
At the altar of rock 'n' roll you kneel
A slave who forever rocks
Is chained in the devil's locks
And slain by the bloody axe I wail
[Chainsaw Charlie (Murders In The New Morgue)]
O.K. boy now here's your deal
Will you gamble your life?
Sign right here on the dotted line
It's the one you've waited for all of your life
Ah - will it feed my hunger
If I swallow lies right down my throat?
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Will they whore my image on?
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Murders, murders in the new morgue
murders, murders in the new morgue
See old Charlie and the platinum armies
Making me their boy
Murders, murders in the new morgue
Murders, murders in the new morgue
He'll make ya scream for the cash machine
Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go
A whore of wrath just like me
We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul
Strap on your six string and feed our machine
Ah - will it feed my hunger
f I swallow lies right down my throat?
Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
And tomorrow when I'm gone
Will they whore my image on?
I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
Welcome to the morgue boy
Where the music comes to die
Welcome to the morgue son
I'll cut your throat just to stay alive
Ah, trust me boy
I won't steer you wrong
If you trust me son