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- bob dylan
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- wanna buy some mandies bob
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Frank Zappa - Flakes lyrics
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)
 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, 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 billFrank Zappa - Flakes - http://motolyrics.com/frank-zappa/flakes-lyrics.html
 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...













