Homer:Christmas in December! Wow, wow, wow! Give me tons of presents Now, now, now! Flanders:Hey, hey, Homer! Writing a new Christmas carol? Homer:Maybe. Flanders:Well, the bible says it's fun to do stuff together. There's a stranger in the manger, And his name is love. Take it, Homer. Oh, I got it. You want me to stay out here and work on the chorus. Homer:Flanders, I am a patient, reasonable, handsome man. But even I have my limits. Now beat it! Flanders:Why, thank you, Homer. It's a Popsicle and my favorite flavor: plain. Homer:How'm I supposed to write a song with that stupid jerk bothering me all the time and—? Wait a minute. Everybody in the U.S.A. Hates their stupid neighbor, He's Flanders and he's really really lame. Flanders tried to wreck my song, His views on birth control are wrong. I hate his guts and Flanders is his name. Homer, Lenny and Carl:F-L-A-N-R-D-S! Homer:He's the man that I hate best! I'd like to see his house go up in flames! David Byrne:Excuse me, I've been researching indigenous music of Springfield and couldn't help but overhear your delightfully cruel hate song. Carl:David Byrne? Moe:Singer, artist, director, composer, Talking Head. David Byrne:And I used to wrestle under the name El Diablo Lenny:I thought that was Phillip Glass. David Byrne:Yeah, he wishes. Homer:Hey, mister, if you like my song, do you wanna buy a tape? It's already rewound. David Byrne:No, thank you. But I would like to sing it with you, and produce it. Homer:Fine. Lenny and Carl:F-L-A, Homer:His name is Ned! Lenny and Carl:E-R-S, Homer:It's a stupid name! He's worse than Frankenstein Or Dr. No! David Byrne:You can't upset him even slightly, He just smiles and nods politely, Then goes home and worships nightly, His Leftorium is an emporium of woe! Lenny and Carl:F-L-A, Homer:Don't yell at Ned! Lenny and Carl:D-E-R, Homer:His wife is dead! Everybody hates that stupid jerk! David Byrne:Springfield rocks with Homer's joyous loathing, Filling clubs with angry Valentinos. You don't have to move your feet, Just hate Flanders to the disco beat. Homer and David Byrne:He's your perky, peppy, nightmare neighborino! Homer and David Byrne: If you despise polite left-handers, Then I doubt you'll like Ned Flanders Or his creepy little offspring, Rod and Todd. Audience:F-L-A! Apu:His name is Ned! Audience:E-R-S! Apu:He is so white bread! Homer and Choir:The smiling mustache geek who walks with God! Reverend Lovejoy:Mass dismissed. DJ:We're halfway through our "Same Song Six-Pack"! Now, let's hear William Shatner's version of "Everybody Hates Ned Flanders!" Marge:Another cover? My God, let it die! William Shatner:Everybody... In the U.S... A... Hates...their... Stupid...neighbor... He's the Flanders...man... The Flanders, man... Flanders... Marge:I am so sick of that song! Homer:Oof, me, too! I've come to hate my own creation! Now I know how God feels. Homer:This dude ranch is gonna be great. A whole week without hearing that stupid song. David Byrne:You won't think it's stupid when you hear the Extended Salsa Mix! ?No nos gusta Flanders! ?Es un hombre estupido! ?No nos gusta Flanders! Marge:Watch it, Mr. Byrne! You'll slip on the Simoniz! David Byrne:Simoniz? Moe:Woah! Woah! David Byrne:Can you take me to the hospital? Moe:Yeah, no problem.