Twenty-Four Hours A Day The Simpsons (Ft. Apu Nahasapeemapetilon)

(Spoken)
(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 til the sun rises over the distant sea
Sorry, baby that's impossible
I own 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 beef sticks
Informing all the punks: this is no library, hey!
Yes, we have some string cheese
I'll have to check those IDs
We running out of half and half andsweet and low. Oh!
Would you like some jerky?
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.)