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!
