| Lyrics: | 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.
Production
Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Mr. Burns
Guest Vocals: Smithers
Harmony vocals: Timothy B.
Schmit, Gerry Beckley, Lisa Angelle
Guitar: Paul Jackson Jr., Michael Thompson
Keyboards, Programming: John Capek, Jai Winding, John Boylan
Recorded at Lion
Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineer: Guy DeFazio
Mixed at The Complex,
West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Dave Levy
Written by Sam Simon / Jeff Martin / Jai Winding / John Boylan and
Published (c) 1990 Coconino Music / Fox Film Music Corp. /
Gracie Films Music /
Great Eastern Music BMI / TCF Music
Publishing Inc. / Tanko Music / Dobbs Music
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