Simpclopedia - Letras de Canciones

Apu:		Hello, baby. It is Apu to whom you are speaking. What's that, baby? You are proposing we have a cook-out at the beach, Then tear a page from the Kama Sutra 'til the sun rises over the distant sea? Sorry, baby, that's impossible. I own a convenient store and baby, you know what that's like. Got to sell the roadmaps, got to move the twelve packs. I'm printing out the tickets for the lottery. Move out all that trail mix, make room for the beef sticks. Informing all the punks: "This is not a library", hey! Yes, we have some string cheese, I'll have to check those IDs, We're running out of Half-of-Life and Sweet'n'Low, oh. Would you like some jerky? It comes in beef or turkey. You see what I am up to, baby, I can't go.
Apu y Coro:		I'm working twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play. We're open twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play, no, no, no.
Apu:		Hey, if I deserted my post, who would be refilling the jalepeno receptor? You? I don't think so. I make coffee for the riff-raff: regular and decaf. Eight ounce, twelve ounce, twenty ounce -- one for the road, sir? Heat-lamp dogs and cheetos, microwave burritos, Obey the printed warning, or it's sure to explode! I sit out front the magazines in which the subject matter's clean, Behind the culture, the adult variety. It won't help to make a fuss, I do not make change for the bus, To use the restroom, you must be an employee.
Apu y Coro:		I'm working twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play. We're open twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play, no, no, no. Twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play, no, no. Twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play, no, no, no, yes, yes, yes.
Apu:		I came to this country from a far away south continent, With dreams to make a fortune in the movie industry. But instead, I'm making squishes in a checkered dress. Oh how I wish The camera on the ceiling wasn't just there for security, oh. Alright, I feel much better now. I caught a little sad there, now I'm very happy again. Oh, this is good. Yes, I like this, this is my favorite part of the song! Yes, my great-aunt Pirani used to dance to this. She used to work it on out. This is very funky part now.
Apu y Coro:		Working twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play. We're open twenty-four hours a day, That don't leave no time left to play, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Coro:		Twenty-four hours a day,
Apu:		Hello, steady customer, okay, let's see:
Coro:		Don't leave no time left to play.
Apu:		That's one pack of potency vitamins, three tins of smokeless tobacco
Coro:		Twenty-four hours a day,
Apu:		And one pack of honey-glazed popcorn cluster.
Coro:		Don't leave no time left to play.
Apu:		That'll be... nothing because you're carrying a gun!
Coro:		Twenty-four hours a day,
Apu:		Oh, here we go again. Please sir, I ask that if you tie me up, you use the nylon rope,
Coro:		Don't leave no time left to play.
Apu:		It feels so much softer against my skin than the other kind.
Coro:		Twenty-four hours a day,
Apu:		Yes, you'll find it in back between the video games and the non-dairy creamer.
Coro:		Don't leave no time left to play, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Apu:		Please sir. Oh, thank you very much! Okay, have a nice day. Come again.

04 - Twenty-Four Hours A Day

Album: "The Yellow Album"