Lirik Lagu Look At All Those Idiots - Simpsons
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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 thoughtTo honest work for honest pay.
I know it shouldn't vex me,I shouldn't take it hard,I should ignore their caperingWith 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 unsettledWhen 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 sunshineTo 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.
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 thoughtTo honest work for honest pay.
I know it shouldn't vex me,I shouldn't take it hard,I should ignore their caperingWith 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 unsettledWhen 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 sunshineTo 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.
