Lyrics
Burns: Smithers, turn on the survalliance monitors
Smithers: Yes sir
Burns: Hmm, it's worse then I thought
Each morning at 9, 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 kindly disregard but:

Burns & backup singers: Look at all those idiots!
Burns: Ooh look at all those boobs!
Burns & backup singers: An office full of morons!
Burns: A factory full of fools!
Is it any wonder that I'm singing... singing the bl-ues?

Smithers: There's 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 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...

Burns & backup singers: Look at all those idiots!
Burns: Ooh look at all those boobs!
Burns & backup singers: An office full of morons!
Burns: A factory full of fools!
Is it any wonder that I'm singing... singing the bl-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: Oh, I'm a little out of practice, sir
Burns: I said do it! So do it, do it do it!
Smithers: Yes, sir.

Burns: Yes... excellent... well done
Alright, it's beginning to grate
That'll be sufficient, Smithers
Smithers: Excuse me?
Burns: I said that's enough!
Smithers: Oh sorry, sir. Thought I had my mojo working
Burns: Hmph

That man by the cooler,
drinking water as if it's free!?
Smithers: Ohh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G

Burns: Yes, well... call this Simpson into 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

Burns & backup singers: Look at all those idiots!
Burns: Ooh look at all those boobs!
Burns & backup singers: An office full of morons!
Burns: A factory full of fools!
Is it any wonder that I'm singing... singing the bl-ues?

Smithers: Take me home, sir
Burns: I'm trying

Burns & backup singers: Surrounded by idiots
Burns: Outnumbered by boobs
Burns & backup singers: An office full of morons
Burns: A planet full of fools
Is it any wonder, I'm singing...
Smithers: Maybe you should be singing, sir
Burns: Oh singing the bl-ues

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