Monorail

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.

Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?

Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs.

Abe: Were you sent here by the devil?

Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.

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!

All: Monorail!

Lyle Lanley: What's it called?

All: Monorail!

Lyle Lanley: Once again...

All: Monorail!

Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...

Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!

All: Monorail!

Monorail!

Monorail!

[big finish]

Monorail!

Homer: Mono... D'oh!

when will it come...

now
you wish
later
you knew
sometime
was then
somewhere
is out there
tomorrow
will never come
people
will always die
people
will never really die
you
will always
be
with me
today
came yesterday
yesterday
is gone
goodbye
is all they say

about that...

so today was the first day of the rest of my life
its been strange
that life of mine
thanksgiving was this past weekend
and yes
i love turkey
strange
no i dont think so
there are others like me
i think
i hope
cause then i would be alone
all alone
and that would just suck
but anyways
fall is upon us
and we all know that coming the end of this month
october that is
the leaves will be gone
as will the nice weather we've been having
which is somewhere
i dont know where
then winter will be upon us
the cold
the snow
the ice
the hockey
the hot chocolate
the skiing
and best of all
christmas
but thats still yet to come
as for now
i will remain here
yet still wondering
i remain truly yours
me

friends are those rare people
who ask how we are
and then wait to hear the answer.