Simpsons - Twenty Four Hours A Day Lyrics

Hello baby, it's Apu to whom you are speaking What's that
baby, you are
proposing we have a cookout at the beach then get a page
from the kamasutra to
the sun rising all over the distancy Sorry, baby that's
impossible. I wanna a
convinience store and baby you know what's that like Got to
sell the roadmaps.
Got to move that twelve packs, I'm printing out the tickets
for the lottery
Move out all that trail mix (???) make room for the beaf
sticks Informing all
that punch (???) this is no library, hey ! Yes, we have some
string cheese. I
have to check those IDs. We running out of half and half and
sweet and low Oh,
would you like some jurkey (???). It comes in beef or
turkey. You see what I am
up to, baby I can't go.

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

Heh, if I deserted my forced who will be refilling in a
hundret (???) You ? I
don't think so. I make coffee for the riffraff(???) -
regular and decaff It
downs twelve onces twenty outs(???) - one for the road, sir
heatlamps dogs and
chitos(???) microwave poritos obey the printed warning - or
it's sure to
explode I'd sit out front of magazines in which the subject
matter's clean
behind the counter there are dirty variety
it would help to make a fuzz I do not make change for the
bus To use the
restroom you must be an employee

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'