Mr. Romney/Mr. Burns

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Smithers.
Hmm?
Turn on the surveillance monitors.
Yes, sir!
Hmm. 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 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 blu-u-ues?

I'm just getting started.

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 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 I'm singing, singing the blu-u-ues?

What happened? Where are the instruments?
I believe they call this a breakdown, sir.
I can't have any breakdowns here! What if there was an inspector around? Play a guitar solo.
Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir.
I said do it!!! So do it!!! do it!!! do it!!!
Yes sir. (Guitar Solo)
Yes, excellent. Well done. All right, it's beginning to grate. That'll be sufficient, Smithers. Excuse me?
I said that's enough!
Oh! Sorry sir. Thought I had my mojo working.
Humph.

That man by the cooler, drinking water as if it's free.
Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir, a drone from sector 7-G.
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 2 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.

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 blu-u-ues?

Take me home, sir,
I'm trying.

Surrounded by idiots, outnumbered by boobs.
An office full of morons, A planet full of fools.
Is it any wonder I'm singing --
Maybe you should be singing, sir.
Oh. Singing the blu-u-ues.

(Look at all those idiots)
Mr. Burns, you -- you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and  (An office full of morons) cheerful by comparison.
Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless, but  (Is it any wonder)  heartfelt compliment. I feel like I got a few things off my chest, and onto the chests of my inferiors.
You did.
(Look at all those idiots)
Why are they still playing?
Um...
(Office full of morons)
They're not still on salary, are they?
We're not validating their parking, sir.