This song was written to make fun of lazy Californians. Flakes are people who do shoddy, incompetent work. This could include plumbers, mechanics, carpenters, accountants, lawyers, etc.[Intro]

Flakes! Flakes!

Flakes! Flakes!

[Verse 1]

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 to God they got the most (Yeah)

At every business on the coast (Yeah)

Swear to God they got the most (Yeah)

At every business on the coast

They got the Flakes

[Chorus]

Flakes! Flakes!

[Verse 2]

They can't fix your 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' and lazy

They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear to God they got the most (Yeah)

At every business on the coast (Yeah)

Swear to God they got the most (Yeah)

At every business on the coast

[Take it away, Bob. . .]

[Verse 3]

I asked as nice as I could

If my job would

Somehow be finished by Friday

Well, the whole damn weekend

Came and went, Frankie

(Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?)

You know what?

They didn't do nothin'

But they charged me double for Sunday

Now you know no matter what you do

They gonna cheat and rob you

Then they'll give 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 the ceilin'

Yes it will!

[Verse 4]

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 and breaks

We just get on the phone

And call up some Flakes

They rush on over

And wreck it some more

And 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-yay-yay

Yay-yay-yay, yay-yay-yay

Yay-yay-yay, blew up the next day

Woo-ooh

One two three four!

[Chorus]

Flakes! Flakes!

Flakes! Flakes!

Flakes! Flakes!

One two three four!

Flakes!

No, no, no-no-no

No, no, no-no-no

No, no, no-no-no

[Verse 5]

We are millions and millions

We're comin' 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 your children is sleepin'

Your puppy is crappin'

You might call us Flakes

Or something else you might coin us

We know you're so greedy

That you'll probably join us

We're comin' to get ya, we're comin' to get ya

We're comin' to get ya, we're comin' to get ya

We're comin' to get ya, we're comin' to get ya

We're comin' to get ya, we're comin' to get ya