Carnegie
Trump
Gates
Burns

Where is Smithers?
Everything is very sore
Since I am a hundred four
There is a chance I will wither
And become quite ill
If I don’t have my pills
Because I’m Mr. Burns

Yes, they’re awful
Look at them, they’re very slow
So I keep their wages low
And they’re not in a union
So this makes me rich
Like extremely rich
Because I’m Mr. Burns

Grovel right now
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Excellent
Most are subservient
Because I am Mr. Burns
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Capital
My wallet’s always full
Because I’m Mr. Burns

What? Promotion?
There is not a chance of it
I should drop you in the pit
Please move to the trap door
I enjoy the praise
But you won’t get a raise
Because I’m Mr. Burns

Do do do do do
Seize that man
He may not mock my plan
Because I’m Mr. Burns
Re re re re re
Lease the hounds
I want them off the grounds
They bother Mr. Burns
Stop your blathering and
Run along
I’m right and you are wrong
Because I’m Mr. Burns
Na na na na na
Listening
Is what I’m not doing
Because I’m Mr. Burns

Because I’m Mr. Burns
And you’re not Mr. Burns
Bow down to Mr. Burns