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Revision as of 19:39, 3 August 2009
The 'Robot Hell Song is sung when Fry and Leela first enter Robot Hell. They, along with The Robot Devil, Bender and The Beastie Boys sing a song about Robot Hell.
Lyrics
Robot Devil: Gentlemen?
[Music starts]
Bender: Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?
Robot Devil: [singing] Cigars are evil, You won't miss 'em, We'll find ways to simulate that smell, What a sorry fella, Rolled up and smoked like a panetela, Here on level one of Robot Hell!
Robot Devil: [singing] Gambling's wrong and so is cheating, So is forging phony IOU's, Let's let lady luck decide, What type of torture's justified, I'm pit boss here on level two!
[He spins a wheel that Bender is strapped to. Luck decides to deep-fry Bender.]
Robot Devil: [talking] Ooh! Deep-fried robot!
Bender: [singing] Just tell me why.
Robot Devil: [singing] Please read this 55-page warrant.
Bender: [singing] There must be robots worse than I.
Robot Devil: [singing] We've checked around, there really aren't.
Bender: [singing] Then please let me explain, My crimes were merely boy-ish pranks.
Robot Devil: [singing] You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!
Bender: [singing] Ah, don't blame me, Blame my upbringing!
[He steals the Robot Devil's wallet.]
Robot Devil: [singing] Please stop sinning while I'm singing!
Robot Devil: [singing] Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, Musicians need that income to survive.
Beastie Boys: [singing] Hey, Bender, gonna make some noise, With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys! That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five!
Fry: [singing] I don't feel well.
Leela: [singing] It's up to us to rescue him.
Fry: [singing] Maybe he likes it here in Hell.
Leela: [singing] It's us who tempted him to sin.
Fry: [singing] Maybe he's back at the motel.
Leela: [singing] Come on, Fry, don't be scared, I'm sure at least one of us will be spared, So just sit back, enjoy the ride.
Fry: [singing] My ass has blisters from the slide.
Robot Devil: [singing] Fencing diamonds, Fixing cockfights, Publishing indecent magazines,
Robot Devil: You'll pay for every crime, Knee-deep in electric slime, You'll suffer till the end of time, Enduring torture's, most of which rhyme, Trapped forever here in Robot Hell!