Smithers hm turn on the surveillance cameras
Yes sir hm it's worse than I thought
Each morning at nine they trickle through the gates
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 I know ignore their capering with a kingly disregard but
Look at all those idiots
Ooh 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 then 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
Ooh look at all those boobs
An office full of morons
A factory fulll of fools
Is it any wonder that 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
Yes excellent well done
All right it's beginning to grate
That'll be sufficient smithers
Excuse me
I said that's enough
Oh sorry sir thought I had my mojo working
Humph
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 stay to watch the fun
If he's 6 feet when he enters
He'll be two feet when I'm done
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
Ohh 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
Oh singing the blues
Look at all those idiots
You make muddy waters sound shallow and
An office full of morons
Cheerful by comparison
Thank you smithers meaningless but
Is it any wonder
Heartfelt compliment
I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors
You do
Look at all those idiots
Why are they still playing
Um
Office full of morons
They're not still on salary are they
We're not validating their parking sir
