Simpclopedia - Letras de Canciones

Burns:		Smithers.
Smithers:		Hmm?
Burns:		Turn on the surveillance monitors.
Smithers:		Yes sir!
Burns:		Hm. 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 should ignore their capering With a kingly disregard.
Burns y Coro:		But, look at all those idiots, Ooh, 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 bluuues.
Smithers:		Yours is a heavy burden, sir.
Burns:		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 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 y Coro:		But, look at all those idiots, Ooh, 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 bluuues.
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. Heh.
Burns:		Humph. That man by the cooler, Drinking water, as if it's free.
Smithers:		Oh. That's Homer Simpson, sir, A drone from sector 7G.
Burns:		Yes, well, pull 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:		Hahahaha.
Burns:		It brings a ray of sunshine To my unhappy life, To make him kneel before me, And slowly twist the knife.
Smithers:		Hahaha.
Burns y Coro:		Look at all those idiots, D'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 bluuues.
Smithers:		Take me home, sir.
Burns:		I'm trying.
Burns y Coro:		Surrounded by idiots, Outnumbered by boobs. 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 bluuues.
Coro:		Look at all those idiots.
Smithers:		Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters sound shallow and cheerful, by comparison.
Coro:		Office full of morons.
Burns:		Thank you, Smithers. Meaningless but heartfelt compliment.
Coro:		Is it any wonder.
Burns:		I feel like I got a few things off my chest, And onto the chests of my inferiors.
Smithers:		You did.
Coro:		Look at all those idiots.
Burns:		Why are they still playing?
Smithers:		Um...
Coro:		Office full of morons.
Burns:		They're not still on salary, are they?
Smithers:		We're not validating their parking, sir.
Coro:		Is it any wonder.
Burns:		They're paying for their own coffee, now.

09 - Look At All Those Idiots

Album: "The Simpsons Sing The Blues"