Letra de Look At All Those Idiots

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Smithers
[SMITHERS]
Hm?
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Turn on the surveillance monitors
[SMITHERS]
Yes, sir!
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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!
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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
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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?
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I said that's enough!
[SMITHERS]
Oh! Sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working
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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
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Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues
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Look at all those idiots
[SMITHERS]
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by
Comparison
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An office full of morons
[BURNS]
Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but
Heartfelt compliment
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Is it any wonder
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I feel like I got a few things off my chest
And onto the chests of my inferiors
[SMITHERS]
You did
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Look at all those idiots
[BURNS]
Why are they still playing?
[SMITHERS]
Um...
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Office full of morons
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They're not still on salary, are they?
[SMITHERS]
We're not validating their parking, sir
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Is it any wonder
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They're playing for their own coffee