The Monorail Song Lyrics - Simpsons

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 

Monorail 

Monorail 

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 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!