Devil:	We know all your sins Bender and for each one we've prepared an agonising and ironic punishment. Gentlemen
Bender:	Aw crap, singing, mind if i smoke?

Devil:	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 granichella
	Here on level one of robot hell

Devil:	Gambling's wrong and so is cheating
	So is forging phony I.O.Us
	Lets let Lady Luck decide
	What type of toture's justified
	On pit force here on level two
	Oooh, deep fried Robot

Bender:	Just tell me why?
Devil:	Please read this 55 page warrent
Bender:	There must be robots worse then I
Devil:	We checked around the're really aren't
Bender:	Then please let me explain my crimes were meerly boyish pranks
Devil:	You stole from boy-scouts, nuns and banks
Bender:	Ah, don't blame me blame my upbringin'
Devil:	Please stop sinning while i'm singing

Devil:	Selling bootleg tapes is wrong
	Musicians need that income to survive
Beastie Boys: Hey Bender gonna make some noise
	      With you hard-drive scratched by the Beastie Boys
	      That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level 5

Fry:	I don't feel well
Leela:	It's up to us to rescue him
Fry:	Maybe he likes it here in hell
Leela:	It's us who tempted him to sin
Fry:	Maybe he's back at the motel
Leela:	Come on Fry don't be scared
	I'm sure at least one of us will be spared
	Just sit back and enjoy the ride
Fry:	My ass has blisters from the slide

Devil:	Pinching dimonds, fixing cock fights
	Publishing indecent magazines
	You'll pay for ev'ry 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

Devil:	Of course that's just for starters