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.