- Smithers.
- Hmmm?
- Turn on the surveillance monitors.
- Yes sir!
- Hmmm, it's worse than I thought.
Each morning at nine
They trickle through the gate
They go home early
They come in late
Reeking of cheap liquor
They stumble through the day
Never give a thought
To honest work for honest pay
I know it shouldn't vex me
I shouldn't take it hard
I should ignore their capering
With a kingly disregard, but
Look at all those idiots
Oooh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing, singing the blues
- Yours is a heavy burden, sir.
- I'm just getting started
They make personal phone calls
On company time
They Xerox their buttocks
And guess who pays the dime
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds
I long to lure them to my home
And them release the hounds
I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse
I shouldn't let it plague me
I shouldn't blow a fuse, but
Look at all those idiots
Oooh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder I'm singing, singing the blues
- What happened, where are the instruments?
- I believe they call this a breakdown, sir.
- I can't have any breakdowns here, what if there was an inspector around? Play a guitar solo.
- Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir.
- I said do it, so do it, do it, do it!
- Yes, sir.
- Huh huh. Ha ha ha ha...
- Yes, excellent, well done. Alright, it's beginning to grate. That'll be sufficient, Smithers.
- Excuse me?
- I said that's enough!
- Oooh, sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working.
That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free
Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G
Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office
And then stay to watch the fun
If he's six feet when he enters
He'll be two feet when I'm done (ha ha ha ha)
It brings a ray of sunshine
To my unhappy life
To make him kneel before me
And slowly twist the knife
Look at all those idiots
Oooh, look at all those boobs
An office full of morons, a factory full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing, singing the blues
- Take me home, sir.
- I'm trying.
Surrounded by idiots
Outnumbered by boobs
An office full of morons, a planet full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm singing...
- Maybe you should be singing, sir.
- Singing the blues.
- Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and... (look at all those idiots)
- ... cheerful, by comparison (office full of morons)
- Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless, but heartfelt compliment... (is it any wonder)
- ... I feel like I got a few things off my chest, and onto the chests of my inferiors.
- You did.
- Why are they still playing? (look at all those idiots)
- Humm...
- They're not still on salary, are they? (office full of morons)
- We're not validating their parking, sir (is it any wonder)
- They're paying for their own coffee, now...
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