Smither Jones lyrics

SMITHER-JONES - Bruce Foxton

Here we go again, it`s Monday at last,
He`s heading for the Waterloo line.
To catch the 8am fast, its 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?` (repeat)

Let me get inside, 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 its the promotion you`ve been looking for` (repeat)

`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 to 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 til you die
Cause there`s plenty more fish in the sea to fry