Monorail Lyrics

Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, Bona fide, Electrified, Six-car Monorail! What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty & Selma: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: That's right! Monorail! [crowd chants `Monorail' softly and rhythmically]
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,
Chief Wiggum: The ring came of my pudding can
Lyle Lanley: Lend my pen-knife my good man,
I swear its springfields only choice, throw up your hands and raise your voice
Everyone: Monorail, Monorail, MONORAILLLL!
Homer: Mono....D'oh!