Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke?
[Verse 1: 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!
[Verse 2: 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!
[Interlude: Robot Devil]
Ooh! Deep-fried robot!
[Verse 3: Bender and (Robot Devil]
Just tell me why! (Please read this 55-page warrant)
There must be robots worse than I! (We've checked around, there really aren't)
Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks! (You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks)
Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing! (Please stop sinning while I'm singing)
[Verse 4: Robot Devil and (Beastie Boys)]
Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive! (Hey, Bender, gonna make some noise, with your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys)
(That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five!)
[Verse 5: Fry and (Leela)]
I don't feel well... (It's up to us to rescue him)
Maybe he likes it here in Hell... (It's us who tempted him to sin!)
Maybe he's back at the motel? (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)
My ass has blisters from the slide!
[Verse 6: Robot Devil]
Fencing diamonds, fixing c*ckfights,
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!