Burns & Smithers: Toxic Team
Cartoonish pop-punk with crunchy guitars, male vocals, and snappy drums; verses tight and talky, choruses big and shout-along with gang vocals; short bridge drops to bass and claps before a final blast of full-band energy, world
Burns & Smithers: Toxic Team
Cartoonish pop-punk with crunchy guitars, male vocals, and snappy drums; verses tight and talky, choruses big and shout-along with gang vocals; short bridge drops to bass and claps before a final blast of full-band energy, world
Lyrics
Verse 1
In Springfield’s glowing heart
Where the steam pipes scream
Mr. Burns is plotting
On his velvet seat of greed
Smithers at his elbow
Clipboard
Nervous smile
Those cooling towers breathing
Like dragons for a mile
Chorus
Burns and Smithers
They’re a toxic team
Counting dirty money in a daydream
Spillin’ all the waste in the same old stream
Gonna leave the world in ruins
Piece by piece
Burns and Smithers
What a toxic team
Talking about “efficiency” and “increase”
Every little shortcut
Every cheap excuse
Gonna leave the world in ruins
Bit by bit
Verse 2
Safety sign is flickering
Alarm light stuck on red
He calls it “healthy tension”
Keeps the workers full of dread
Smithers brings his coffee
Whispers
“Sir
The fish have legs”
Burns just taps his fingers
On a pile of unpaid regs
Chorus
Burns and Smithers
They’re a toxic team
Counting dirty money in a daydream
Spillin’ all the waste in the same old stream
Gonna leave the world in ruins
Piece by piece
Burns and Smithers
What a toxic team
Talking about “efficiency” and “increase”
Every little shortcut
Every cheap excuse
Gonna leave the world in ruins
Bit by bit
Bridge
What if one gray morning
Smithers says
“That’s it”
Drops the keys
The charts
The smile
Won’t cover for his tricks
Would the old man tremble
Or just hire one more stooge?
In this glowing little town
Who finally pulls the fuse?
Chorus
Burns and Smithers
They’re a toxic team
Counting dirty money in a daydream
Spillin’ all the waste in the same old stream
Gonna leave the world in ruins
Piece by piece
Burns and Smithers
Yeah that toxic team
Signing all the papers like it’s clean
When the bills come due and the sirens scream
We’ll be sifting through the ashes
(of their toxic dream)