Jam The Smither Jones Lyrics

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