Flakes

Flakes - The Hit Co.

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 )

You know what I 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 lampoon

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

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