Flakes (Live At The Palladium - 10/31/81 - Show 1)

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, 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!