Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?

Apu: You see, whether igloo, hut, or lean-to, or a geodesic
dome, There's no structure I have been to, which I'd
rather call my home.
When I first arrived, you were all such jerks
But now I've come to looooooove your quirks.
Maggie with her eyes so bright
Marge with hair by Frank Lloyd Wright
Lisa can philosophise, Bart's adept at spinning lies
Homer's a delightful fella, sorry 'bout the salmonella.
Homer: Heh heh, that's OK.

Apu: Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Now here comes the tricky part.
Oh, won't you rhyme with me?
Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Marge: Their floors are stick-E-Mart
Lisa: They made Dad sick-E-Mart
Bart: Let's hurl a brick-E-Mart
Homer: The Kwik-E-Mart is real... D'oh!

Familie: Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?
Apu: Not meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Familie: Forget the Kwik-E-Mart
Goodbye to Kwik-E-Mart
Who needs the Kwik-E-mart?
Apu: Not me.