Flakes (碎片) - Life of the Party

Flakes Flakes

Flakes Flakes

They don't do no good

They never be working

When they oughta should

They waste your time

They're wasting 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 and shoot and spit

But they won't be fixing it

They're lying an' lazy

They can be driving 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 and went Frankie

Wanna buy some mandies Bob

'N' they didn't do nothing

But they charged me double for Sunday

You know no matter what you do

They gonna cheat and rob you

Then they'll send you a bill

That'll get your senses reeling

And if you do not pay

They got computer collectors

That'll get you so crazy

'Til your head'll go through the ceiling

Yes it will

I'm a moron and 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 lining 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