Letra de
Futurama - Robot Hell

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 Panatela
Here on Level One of Robot Hell

Gambling's wrong and so is cheating
So is forging phony IOUs
Let's let lady luck decide
What type of torture's justified
I'm pit boss here on Level Two
Ooooh! Deep fried robot!

Just tell me why

There must be worse robots than I

We checked around, there really aren't

Then please let me explain: my crimes were merely boyish pranks
Robot Devil:

Awww, don't blame me, blame my upbringing

Please stop sinning when I'm singing!

Selling bootleg tapes is wrong
Musicians need that income to survive

With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys
That's what'cha, what'cha, what'cha get on Level Five!

I don't feel well

Maybe he likes it here in hell

Maybe he's back at the motel

So just sit back, enjoy the ride

My ass has blisters from the slide

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!