Smithers-Jones

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?

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 part of the production line

You're the same as him, you're like tin 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 it's 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 smilin' is the sun tanned boss

Work and work and work and work till you die

There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry