paroles de chanson Look At All Those Idiots - The Simpsons
Smithers,
(hm?)
turn
on
the
surveillance
cameras
(Yes
sir!)
Hm.
It's
worse
than
I
thought.
Each
morning
at
nine,
they
trickle
through
the
gates
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
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
blu-u-ues!
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,
Ooh,
look
at
all
those
boobs.
An
office
full
of
morons,
A
factory
fulll
of
fools.
Is
it
any
wonder
that
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
two
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
Ohh,
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
do
.
(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.
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