Well, sir, there`s nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Electrified,
Six-car
Monorail! ...
What`d I say?
Monorail!
What`s it called?
Monorail!
That`s right!Monorail!
I hear those things are awfully loud...
It glides as softly as a cloud.
Is there a chance the track could bend?
Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
What about us brain-dead slobs?
You`ll all be given cushy jobs.
Were you sent here by the devil?
No, good sir, I`m on the level.
The ring came off my pudding can.
Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear it`s Springfield`s only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Monorail!
What`s it called?
Monorail!
Once again...
Monorail!
But Main Street`s still all cracked and broken...
Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!
Monorail!
Monorail!
Monorail!
Monorail!
Mono...D`oh! Send " Monorail" Ringtone to your Cell