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