So I “overheard” a twitter conversation* today that got the Simpsons’ “Monorail” song stuck in my head–only instead of chanting “monorail,” the chant was “monocle.” The following is the inevitable outcome of such a circumstance:
Well, sir, there’s nothing on Earth
Like a genuine, bona fide
Gentrified, sprung-gallery monocle
What’d I say?
Monocle!
What’s it called?
Monocle!
That’s right!
Monocle!
Monocle
Monocle
Monocle
I hear they make you look too proud
They help you fit in any crowd
Is there a chance the frame could bend?
Not on your life my Hindu friend
What about us brain-dead slobs?
Yours are frameless, with chain fobs
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 your hands and raise your voice
Monocle
What’s it called?
Monocle
Once again
Monocle
But dropping leaves it cracked and broken
Sorry Mom, the mob has spoken
Monocle
Monocle
Monocle
Monocle
*So you can blame Mark from the Nerdology UK podcast and Chris from Radio Free Skaro.
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