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The Jam!
Here we go again, it's monday at last
Hes heading for the waterloo line
To catch the eight a.m. fast, it's usually dead on time
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine
Pin-striped 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
Ill give you a new meaning to life, I don't think so
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
Youre part of the production line
Youre 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 youve 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
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
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the T.V.
It's all a part of feeling groovie
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 till you die
There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry
Here we go again, it's monday at last
Hes heading for the waterloo line
To catch the eight a.m. fast, it's usually dead on time
Hope it isn't late, got to be there by nine
Pin-striped 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
Ill give you a new meaning to life, I don't think so
Sitting on the train, you're nearly there
Youre part of the production line
Youre 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 youve 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
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
Its all a part of feeling groovie
Put on your slippers turn on the T.V.
It's all a part of feeling groovie
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 till you die
There's plenty more fish in the sea to fry
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