Here we go again, it's Monday at last,
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He's heading for the Waterloo line,
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To catch the 8 a.m. fast, its usually dead on time,
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Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine.
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Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
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Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
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'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
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'How's the wife and home?'
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'Did you get the car you've been looking for?'
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Let me get inside you, let me take control of you,
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We could have some good times,
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All this worry will get you down,
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I'll give you a new meaning to life - I don't think so.
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Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
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You're part of the production line,
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You're the same as him, you're like tin-sardines,
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Get out of the pack, before they peel you back.
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Arrive at the office, spot on time,
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The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine,
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'Good Morning Smithers Jones'
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'The boss wants to see you alone'
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'I hope its the promotion you've been looking for'
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'Come in Smithers old boy'
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'Take a seat, take the weight off your feet'
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'I've some news to tell you'
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'There's no longer a position for you' -
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'Sorry Smithers Jones'.
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Put on the kettle and make some tea
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It's all a part of feeling groovie
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Put on your slippers turn on the TV
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It's all a part of feeling groovie
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It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
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But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
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Work and work and work and work till you die
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There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry
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SMITHERS-JONES
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| The Jam |
