Put on the kettle and make some tea
We could have some good times
Get out of the pack, before they peel you back
You're part of the production line
All this worry will get you down
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine
The clock on the wall hasn't yet struck nine
It's all a part of feeling groovy
There's no longer a position for you
To catch the 8 A m fast, it's usually dead on time
I'll give you a new meaning to life, I don't think so
Come in Smithers old boy
Let me get inside you, let me take control of you
But the only one smilin' is the sun tanned boss
Arrive at the office, spot on time
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
It's time to relax, now you've worked your arse off
How's the wife and home?
Good Morning Smithers Jones
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
I've some news to tell you
You're the same as him, you're like tin sardines
It's all a part of feeling groovy
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
I hope it's the promotion you've been looking for
Sorry Smithers Jones
Take a seat, take the weight off your feet
Put on your slippers turn on the TV
The boss wants to see you alone
Work and work and work and work till you die
Good Morning Smithers Jones
Did you get the car you've been looking for?
