Tito: Revenge? Of course. But why wound his body with bullets when I
could set his soul afire with a slanderous mambo? Listen, if
you will, to my revenge -- uno, dos, tres!
[band starts playing salsa music]
Singer: Wounds won't last long, but an insulting song
Burns will always carry with him.
[shot of Wiggum, Eddie, and Lou bobbing to the beat]
So I'll settle my score on the salsa floor
With this vengeful Latin rhythm.
[shots of chef with tray of clams opening their mouths in
rhythm and man at condom machine buying many condoms]
Chorus: Burns! [trumpet riff]
Singer: Con un corazo'n de perro.
Chorus: Sen~or Burns! [trumpet riff]
Singer: El diablo con dinero. [mambo riff]
It may not surprise you, but all of us despise you
Please die, and fry in hell
You rotten rich old wretch --
Adios viejo. [trumpet riff]
Wiggum: [clapping] Yeah! OK, OK, I believe you're innocent. Gee, I
hope all our suspects are this much fun.
-- Tito Puente clears his name,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
