Here we go again
It's Monday at last
He's heading for the Waterloo Line
To catch the 8 a.m. fast
It's usually dead on time
Hope it isn't late
Got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit
Clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop
To buy The Times
"Good Morning Smithers-Jones"
"How's the wife and home?"
"Did you get the car you've been looking for?"
"Did you get the car you've been looking for?"
Let me get inside you
Let me take control of you
We could have some good times
All this worry will get you down
I'll give you a new meaning to life
I don't think so
Sitting on the train
You're nearly there
You're a part of the production line
You're the same as him
You're like tinned sardines
Get out of the pack
Before they peel you back
Arrive at the office
Spot on time
The clock on the wall
Hasn't yet struck nine
"Good Morning Smithers-Jones"
"The boss wants to see you alone"
"I hope its the promotion you've been looking for"
"I hope its the promotion you've been looking for"
"Come in Smithers, old boy"
"Take a seat"
"Take the weight off your feet"
"I've some news to tell you"
"There's no longer a position for you"
"Sorry Smithers-Jones."
Put on the kettle
And make some tea
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Put on your slippers
Turn on the TV
It's all a part of feeling groovy
It's time to relax
Now you've worked your arse off
But the only one smiling
Is the sun-tanned boss
Work and work
And work and work 'til you die
But there's plenty more fish in the sea to fry
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
