Burns: Smithers.
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Smithers: Hm?
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Burns: Turn on the surveillance monitors.
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Smithers: Yes sir!
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Burns: Hm. It's worse than I thought.
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Burns: Each morning at nine,
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They trickle through the gate;
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They go home early;
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They come in late.
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Reeking of cheap liquor,
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They stumble through the day;
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Never give a thought
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To honest work for honest pay.
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I know it shouldn't vex me,
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I shouldn't take it hard,
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I should ignore their capering
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With a kingly disregard.
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Burns But, look at all those idiots,
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& Ooh, look at all those boobs.
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Back: An office full of morons,
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A factory full of fools.
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Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
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Singing the blu-u-ues.
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Smithers: Yours is a heavy burden, sir.
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Burns: I'm just getting started.
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Burns: They make personal phone calls,
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On company time.
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They Xerox their buttocks,
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And guess who pays the dime.
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Their blatant thievery wounds me,
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Their ingratitude astounds!
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I long to lure them to my home,
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And them release the hounds!
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I shouldn't grow unsettled
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When faced with such abuse.
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I shouldn't let it plague me,
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I shouldn't blow a fuse.
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Burns But, look at all those idiots,
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& Ooh, look at all those boobs.
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Back: An office full of morons,
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A factory full of fools.
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Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
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Singing the blu-u-ues.
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Burns: What happened? Where are the instruments?
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Smithers: I believe they call this a breakdown, sir.
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Burns: I can't have any breakdowns here!
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What if there was an inspector around?
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Play a guitar solo.
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Smithers: Ho. I'm a little out of practice, sir.
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Burns: I said do it! So, do it! do it! do it!!
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Smithers: Yes, sir.
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Ah-ha.
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Hahahaha.
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Burns: Yes, excellent.
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Well done.
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All right, it's beginning to grate.
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That'll be sufficient, Smithers.
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Smithers: Excuse me?
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Burns: I said that's enough!
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Smithers: Ooh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working.
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Burns: Humph.
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Burns: That man by the cooler,
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Drinking water, as if it's free.
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Smithers: Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir.
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A drone from sector 7-G.
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Burns: Yes, well, call this Simpson to my office,
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And then stay to watch the fun.
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If he's six feet when he enters,
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He'll be two feet when I'm done.
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Smithers: Ha-ha-ha-ha.
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Burns: It brings a ray of sunshine
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To my unhappy life,
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To make him kneel before me,
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And slowly twist the knife.
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Burns Look at all those idiots,
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& D'oh, look at all those boobs.
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Back: An office full of morons,
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A factory full of fools.
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Is it any wonder, that I'm singing,
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Singing the blu-u-ues.
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Smithers: Take me home, sir.
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Burns: I'm trying.
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Burns Surrounded by idiots,
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& Outnumbered by boobs.
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Back: An office full of morons,
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A planet full of fools.
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Is it any wonder, I'm singing,
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Smithers: Maybe you should be singing, sir.
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Burns: Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues.
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(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
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Smithers: Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and
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(Back: Office full of morons.)
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Smithers: cheerful, by comparison.
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Burns: Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but
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(Back: Is it any wonder.)
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Burns: heartfelt compliment.
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I feel like I got a few things off my chest,
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and onto the chests of my inferiors.
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Smithers: You did.
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(Back: Look at all those idiots.)
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Burns: Why are they still playing?
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Smithers: Um...
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(Back: Office full of morons.)
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Burns: They're not still on salary, are they?
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Smithers: We're not validating their parking, sir.
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(Back: Is it any wonder.)
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Burns: They're paying for their own coffee, now.
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Look At All Those Idiots
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