Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flakes, artist - Frank Zappa. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Flakes |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| '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 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 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 tampoon!» |
| 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 |
| One Two Three Four! |
| Flakes! |
| Flakes! |
| Flakes! |
| Flakes! |
| Flakes! |
| Flakes! |
| One Two Three Four! |
| FLAKES! |
| 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 |