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This is CM's
'Monorail'
Song Page
Well, sir there's nothing on Earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified six-car monorail!
What'd I say?
(Monorail)
What's it called
(Monorail)
That's right - Monorail!
(I hear those things are awfully loud.)
It glides as softly as a cloud.
(Is there a chance the track could bend?)
Not on your life my Hindu friend.
(What about us brain-dead slobs?)
You'll be given cushy jobs.
(Were you sent here by the devil?)
No good sir I'm on the level.
(The ring came off my pudding can)
Take my penknife my good man.
I swear it's springfield's only choice,
Throw up yourr hands and raise your voice!
(MONORAIL!!)
What's it called?
(MONORAIL!!)
Once again!
(MONORAIL!!)
(But main streets still all caracked and broken)
(Sorry mum the mob has spoken)
(MONORAIL)
(MONORAIL)
(MONORAIL)
(MONORAIL!)
Please email me at cmartini@cyberdude.com
