Lyrics Lyle Lanley: Well sir, there's nothing on earth
better than an geniune, bonnified, electrified
six car monorail
What'd I say?
Flanders: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty & Selma: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: That's Right, Monorail!
Townspeople: Monorail, Monorail
Miss. Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud
Lyle Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lyle Lanley Not on your life my Hindu friend
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cusshy jobs
Grampa: Were you sent here by the Devil?
Lyle Lanley: No good sir, I'm on the level
Chief Wiggum: The Ring came off my pudding can
Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife my good man
I swear it's Springfield's only choice
throw up your hands
and raise your voice!
Townspeople: Monorail, Monorail
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Townspeople: Monorail
Lyle Lanley: Once again!
Townspeople: Monorail
Marge: But Main Street is still all cracked and broken
Bart: Sorry Mom, the Mob has spoken
Townspeople: Monorail, Monorail
Monorail, Monorail
Homer: Mono..... D'oh!