Robot Hell — текст песни (Futurama)

Robot Devil: Gentlemen?

[Music starts]

Bender: Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?

Robot Devil: Cigar`s 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 collicella, here on level one of Robot Hell!

Gambling`s wrong and so is cheating, so is forging phony I.O.U.s.
Let`s let Lady Luck decide what type of torture`s justified,
I`m pit force here on level two!

Ooh, deep-fried robot!

Bender: Just tell me why!

Robot Devil: Just read this fifty-five page warrant.

Bender: There must be robots worse than I!

Robot Devil: We 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!

Robot Devil: Please stop sinning while I`m singing!

Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive.

Beastie Boys: Hey, Bender gonna make some noise! With your hard
drive scratched by the Beastie Boys!

(Record scratching sounds)

That`s what-cha what-cha what-cha get on level five!

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 sit back and 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!