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Flakes [Live]Song ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes! They don't do no good They never be workin' When they oughta should They waste your time They're wastin' mine California's got the most of them Boy, they got a host of them Swear t'God they got the most At every business on the coast Swear t'God they got the most At every business on the coast They got the Flakes Flakes! Flakes! They can't fix yer brakes You ask 'em, "Where's my motor?" "Well it was eaten by snakes..." You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit But they won't be fixin' it They're lyin' an' lazy They can be drivin' you crazy Swear t'God they got the most At every business on the coast Swear t'God they got the most At every business on the coast [Take it away, Bob. . .] I asked as nice as I could If my job would Somehow be finished by Friday Well, the whole damn weekend Came 'n' went, Frankie [Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?] 'N'they didn't do nothin' But they charged me double for Sunday You know, no matter what you do They gonna cheat 'n' rob you Then they'll send you a bill That'll get your senses reelin' And if you do not pay They got computer collectors That'll get you so crazy Til your head'll go through th' ceilin' Yes it will! I'm a moron 'n' this is my wife She's frosting a cake With a paper knife All what we got here's American made It's a little bit cheesey, But it's nicely displayed Well we don't get excited when it Crumbles 'n' breaks We just get on the phone And call up some Flakes They rush on over 'N' wreck it some more 'N' we are so dumb They're linin' up at our door Well, the toilet went crazy Yesterday afternoon The plumber he says "Never flush a lampoon!" This great information Cost me half a week's pay And the toilet blew up Later on the next day ay-eee-ay Blew up the next day WOO-OOO We are millions 'n' millions We're coming to get you We're protected by unions So don't let it upset you Can't escape the conclusion It's probably God's Will That civilization Will grind to a standstill And we are the people Who will make it all happen While yer children is sleepin', Yer puppy is crappin' You might call us Flakes Or something else you might coin us But we know you're so greedy That you'll probably join us We're comin' to get you, we're comin' to get you We're comin' to get you, we're comin' to get you We're comin' to get you, we're comin' to get you We're comin' to get you, we're comin' to get you
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