Smithers-Jones

Here we go again It's Monday at last He's heading for the Waterloo Line To catch the 8am 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 There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry