Flakes 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 to god they got the most at every business on the coast
Swear to god they got the most at every business on the coast
They got the flakes

Flakes, flakes
They can't fix your 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 to god they got the most at every business on the coast
Swear to 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?)
You know what?
They didn't do nothin’ but they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do, they gonna cheat and rob you
And then they'll give 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 the ceilin’
Yes, it will
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I’m a moron and 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 cheesy but it's nicely displayed
Well, we don't get excited when it crumbles and breaks
We just get on the phone and call up some flakes
They rush on over and wreck it some more
And we are so dumb, they're linin’ up at our door
Well, our toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon
The plumber he says, “Never flush a tampon”
This great information cost me half a weeks pay and the toilet blew up later on the next day

Blew up the next day

One two three four

Flakes, flakes

Flakes, flakes

Flakes, flakes

One two three four (Flakes)

We are millions and millions, were coming to get ya
Were protected by unions so don't let it upset you
Can’t escape the conclusion, it’s probably gods will that civilization will grind to a standstill
And we are the people who will make it all happen
While your children is sleepin’, your puppy is crappin’
You might call us flakes or something else you might coin us
We know you're so greedy that you'll probably join us
Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya
Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya
Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya
Were coming to get ya, were coming to get ya