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
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 know I should ignore their capering with a kingly disregard, but

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Look at all those idiots
Oh, 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!

[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 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

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Look at all those idiots
Oh, 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

[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]
Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir

[BURNS]
I said do it!!! So do it!!! do it!!! do it!!!

[SMITHERS]
Yes sir

(Guitar Solo)

[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]
Oh! Sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working

[BURNS]
Humph

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 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

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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

[SMITHERS]
Take me home, sir

[BURNS]
I'm trying

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Surrounded by idiots
Outnumbered by boobs
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

[ENSAMBLE]
Look at all those idiots

[SMITHERS]
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by
Comparison

[ENSAMBLE]
An office full of morons

[BURNS]
Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but
Heartfelt compliment

[ENSAMBLE]
Is it any wonder

[BURNS]
I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors

[SMITHERS]
You did

[ENSAMBLE]
Look at all those idiots

[BURNS]
Why are they still playing?

[SMITHERS]
Um...

[ENSAMBLE]
Office full of morons

[BURNS]
They're not still on salary, are they?

[SMITHERS]
We're not validating their parking, sir

[ENSAMBLE]
Is it any wonder

[BURNS]
They're playing for their own coffee