Flakes Lyrics - Sheik Yerbouti - Frank Zappa

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) 

Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) 

Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) 

Peter Wolf (keyboards) 

Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals) 

Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals) 

Ed Mann (percussion, vocals) 

Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) 

Andre Lewis (background vocals) 

Randy Thornton (background vocals) 

Davey Moire (background vocals) 

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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! 

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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, them 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 

Yersterday 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 

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 coming to get you, we're coming to get you 

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you 

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you 

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...