Robot Hell is performed by Fry, Leela, the Robot Devil, Bender, and the Beastie Boys' heads in Robot Hell.
Lyrics
Robot Devil: We know all your sins, Bender, and for each one, we've prepared an agonizing, and ironic, punishment. Gentlemen?
[Music starts]
Bender: Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?
[singing starts]
Robot Devil: 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: 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 [speaking]: Ooh! Deep-fried robot!
[CUT TO... Bender is being dipped in what looks like boiling oil, the song has started up again]
Bender: [singing] Just tell me why!
Robot Devil: [singing] Please read this 55-page warrant.
Bender: There must be robots worse than I!
Robot Devil: We've checked around, there really aren't.
Bender: Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks!
Robot Devil: You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!
Bender: Aw, don't blame me, Blame my upbringing!
[He steals the Robot Devil's wallet.]
Robot Devil: Please stop sinning while I'm singing!
[He rips off Benders arm]
Robot Devil: Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive!
[the song turns into a rap]
Beastie Boys: Hey, Bender, gonna make some noise, with your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys?
[record scratching]
Beastie Boys:That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five!
[CUT TO... Fry and Leela sliding down an enomous slide, the regular tune returns to the song]
Fry: I don't feel well...
Leela: It's up to us to rescue him!
Fry: Maybe he likes it here in Hell...
Leela: It's us who tempted him to sin!
Fry: Maybe he's back at the motel?
Leela: 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: My ass has blisters from the slide!
Robot Devil: Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights,
publishing indecent magazines,
you'll pay for every crime, knee-deep in electric slime,
you'll suffer till the end of time, enduring tortures, most of which rhyme,
trapped forever here in Robot Hell!
[The Robot Devil tosses his hat away and stops singing]
Robot Devil: Of couse, that's just for starters.
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