Héctor Con Carne: We all live in a beautiful world, the rocks, the trees, the tiniest squirrel, billions of people with bright smiling faces, boys with golf clubs, young girls with braces, puppies, kittens, the mighty condor, these are a few of the things I adore. I love my island, I love my money. Estómago: I love ham, I love jam, I love biscuits with honey. Héctor Con Carne: Our world is filled with incredible beauty and that is why I feel it's my duty to send forth some troops to invade the coastline, to crush and destroy until it's all mine! Dra. Espanto: Boron is my favorite of the periodic elements, I built laser-guided robots programmed for self-defense, I forged a giant Buckyball that's not too soft and not too dense. But now I'm cookin' pies for science, Einstein would beam with pride if he could see my brilliance all baked up in a pie. The crust is made of micro-tiny carbon-ion fiber coils the filling is composed of several fattening and tasty oils, cooked in an oven till the surface froths and boils. And still I'm cookin' pies for science, a dioxyribonucleic stew, too thick for an appliance, so I hop right in the brew. My boots were made for marching, and that's just what they'll do, if only they weren't ruined from wading in this goo! Coro: Pie! Pie! Pie in the sky! Oh, there's pie in the sky, and it makes me wonder why it's flying through the air in a ship that's driven by a bear. The crust looks flaky, the dough's not cakey, covered in a rich meringue. Hombre gordo: I'll go fat and lazy, my brain all soft and hazy. Coro: The pie in the sky makes me want to love you. General Cicatriz: There is pie in the sky and that pie I'm going to fly into your eager little faces even you there with the braces. Héctor Con Carne: This plan makes me sing, these pies will make me king! Kasnatov: Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh... Ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh, ruh! Mujer gorda: I fear that I'm unable to get up from the table. Pareja gorda: The pie in the sky makes me want to love you. Abraham Lincoln: Look, there's pie in the sky and it makes me wonder why you're letting Hector Con Carne win. Wipe that pie goo off your chin! Soldados de SPORK: We can't fight the bad guys. We'll devour more pies. While we grow in girth, someone else can save the Earth. Abraham Lincoln: It's making SPORK useless and full, their bodies are limp and their wits are dull. We fail at everything that we try. Who will save us from this dastardly pie? Coro: Yes! More pie! I don't care why the bad guys do what they do. 'Cause I'm gonna eat more pie
there's no reason why, we'll just chew and we'll chew... until we're through! Héctor Con Carne: I love this beautiful world we all live in, there's nothing for people to do but to give in. They are too full and too lazy to fight me, thanks to my tasty and dangerous pastry! I've no body, I haven't got wrists but I can still rule this world with iron fists! (risas)Cod Commando: Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah! Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah! Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah! Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blaaah! Coro: Na na na I'm so full I cannot move. Wish I could get up and groove, but I had too much pie... na na na na. Soldado de SPORK: I can't fight you any longer, I wish my will were stronger but I had too much pie... Coro: na na na na... Why do I feel this way, what's inside that pie? na na na na... Why do I feel this way, what's inside that pie-ai-yai-yai? General Cicatriz: Look at me, my stomach's aching from Doctor Ghastly's baking. Now I've had too much pie, na na na na. Cod Commando: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Kasnatov: Ruh ruh ruh ruh ruh ruh. Soldado de SPORK: But we've had too much pie, na na na na... Coro: ooo ooo ooo ooo, ooo... Estómago: (sin cantar)What's inside that pie? Coro: ...na na na na, ooo... Héctor Con Carne: (sin cantar)Yeah Major Doctor, what's inside that pie? Dra. Espanto: (sin cantar)The secret ingredient is love! Coro: ...ooo ooo, na na na na. Héctor Con Carne: (sin cantar)This stinks! I'm going home! Varios [ ] La canción ocupa todo el episodio, siendo la única de toda la saga Severo y Malvado 
