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lirik lagu look at all those idiots – the simpsons

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 b–bs.
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 b-ttocks,
and guess who pays the dime.

their blatant thievery wounds me,
their ingrat-tude 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 b–bs.
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 b–bs.
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 b–bs.
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.

- the simpsons

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