flakes

26 Nov

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’ceiling’

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!”

The 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 you know you’re so greedy

That you’ll probably join us

 

We’re comin’ to get you, we’re coming 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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One Response to “flakes”

  1. Cinderella Story September 27, 2010 at 5:26 pm #

    Brush \’em off :d

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