Lyle Lanley.
Lyle Lanley: Well sir, there's nothin' on earth like a genuine, bonafide, electrified, six-car monorail! What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Monorail!
Lyle: What's it called?
Patty & Selma: Monorail
Lyle: That's right, monorail!
All chant: Monorail, monorail, monorail...
Ms Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud
Lyle: It glides as softly as a cloud
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lyle: Not on your life, my Hindu friend
Barney: What about us braindead slobs?
Lyle: You'll be given cushy jobs
Grampa: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle: No, good sir, I'm on the level
Chief Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can
Lyle: Take my pen knife, my good man; I swear it's Springfield's only choice! Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All chant: Monorail!
Lyle: What's it called?
All chant: Monorail!
Lyle: Once again!
All chant: Monorail!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken
Bart: Sorry, mom, the mob has spoken
All chant: Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! Monorail!
Homer: Mono-d'oh!