Mild Manny

Lyle Lanely: (begins to chant rhythmically)Well sir, there’s nothing on Earth like a genuine, bona-fide, electrified, six-car monorail! What’d I say?

Ned  Monorail!

Lyle Lanely: What’s it called?

Patty and Selma: Monorail.

Lyle Lanely: That’s right, monorail!

Crowd:(chanting)Monorail. Monorail. Monorail.

Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud.

Lyle Lanely:  It glides as softly as a cloud.

Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?

Lyle Lanely: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.

Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?

Lyle Lanely: You’ll be given cushy jobs.

Abe: Were you sent here by the devil?

Lyle Lanely: No, good sir, I’m on the level.

Chief Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.

Lyle Lanely: Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear, it’s Springfield’s only choice! Throw up your hands and raise your voice!

Crowd: (singing)Monorail…

Lyle Lanely: (speaking) What’s it called?

Crowd: (singing) Monorail…

Lyle Lanely: Once again!

Crowd: (singing] Monoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaail!

Marge:(speaking)But, Main  Street is still all cracked and broken.

Bart: (speaking )Sorry, Mom the mob has spoken.

Crowd: (singing)Monoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaail!