Monocle! (Or E Gets a Song Wrong in Her Head)

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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