Os Simpsons - Look At All Those Idiots

Burns: Smithers
Smithers: Hm?
Burns: Turn on the surveillance monitors
Smithers: Yes sir!
Burns: Hm. It's worse than I thought

Burns: 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

Burns But, look at all those idiots
& Ooh, look at all those boobs
Back: An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing
Singing the blu-u-ues

Smithers: Yours is a heavy burden, sir
Burns: I'm just getting started

Burns: 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

Burns But, look at all those idiots
& Ooh, look at all those boobs
Back: An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing
Singing the blu-u-ues

Burns: What happened? Where are the instruments?
Smithers: I believe they call this a breakdown, sir
Burns: I can't have any breakdowns here!
What if there was an inspector around?
Play a guitar solo
Smithers: Ho. I'm a little out of practice, sir
Burns: I said do it! So, do it! Do it! Do it!!
Smithers: Yes, sir
Ah-ha
Hahahaha
Burns: Yes, excellent
Well done
All right, it's beginning to grate
That'll be sufficient, Smithers
Smithers: Excuse me?
Burns: I said that's enough!
Smithers: Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working
Burns: Humph

Burns: That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free
Smithers: Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G

Burns: 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
Smithers: Ha-ha-ha-ha

Burns: It brings a ray of sunshine
To my unhappy life
To make him kneel before me
And slowly twist the knife

Burns Look at all those idiots
& D'oh, look at all those boobs
Back: An office full of morons
A factory full of fools
Is it any wonder, that I'm singing
Singing the blu-u-ues

Smithers: Take me home, sir
Burns: I'm trying

Burns Surrounded by idiots
& Outnumbered by boobs
Back: An office full of morons
A planet full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm singing
Smithers: Maybe you should be singing, sir
Burns: Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues

(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
Smithers: Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and
(Back: Office full of morons.)
Smithers: Cheerful, by comparison
Burns: Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but
(Back: Is it any wonder.)
Burns: Heartfelt compliment
I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors
Smithers: You did
(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
Burns: Why are they still playing?
Smithers: Um
(Back: Office full of morons.)
Burns: They're not still on salary, are they?
Smithers: We're not validating their parking, sir
(Back: Is it any wonder.)
Burns: They're paying for their own coffee, now