Smithers-Jones

Lyrics for 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 Pinstripe 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 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' '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 you wanna work 'till you die There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry