[Spoken] Requisition me a beat!
[Number 1.0 plays some music]
When I was four there was a hurricane in Kingston Town,
With a foot and a half of water,
Everyone was alright but I cried all night,
It blew my alphabet blocks out of order,
And they said, "This boy's born to be a bureaucrat,
Born to be all obsessive and snotty,"
I made my friends and relations file long applications,
To get into my 10th birthday party.
But something changed when my man turned pro.
I was sortin' but I wasn't smilin'.
He forgot that it's not about badges and ranks.
It's supposed to be about the filing! People!
We didn't choose to be bureaucrats,
No, that's what almighty Jah made us,
We treat people like swine,
And make 'em stand in line,
Even if nobody paid us!
They say the world looks down on the bureaucrats,
They say we're anal, compulsive and weird,
But when push comes to shove,
You gotta do what you love,
Even if it's not a good idea.
Zoidberg!
Zoidberg
They said I probably shouldn't be a surgeon.
They pooh-poohed my electric frankfurter.
They said I probably shouldn't fly with just one eye. [A tube hits her in the eye.]
I am Bender. Please insert girder.
Everybody sing Jamaica! [He limbos under the flying tubes]
Just the bureaucrats, Jamaica!
[Hermes starts a conga line with the bureaucrats]
When push comes to shove,
You gotta do what you love,
Even if it's not a good idea!
[He picks up a red tube, takes Bender's disk out of it and throws it into Bender's head. Bender's personality resurfaces]
I'm Bender, baby! Please insert liquor!