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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!, 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 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 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 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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Artist: zappa, frank