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