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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) |
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Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals) |
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Peter wolf (keyboards) |
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Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals) |
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Terry bozzio (drums, vocals) |
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Ed mann (percussion, vocals) |
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Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals) |
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Andre lewis (background vocals) |
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Randy thornton (background vocals) |
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Davey moire (background vocals) |
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Flakes! flakes! |
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Flakes! flakes! |
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They don't do no good |
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They never be workin' |
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When they oughta should |
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They waste your time |
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They're wastin' mine |
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California's got the most of them |
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Boy, they got a host of them |
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Swear t'god they got the most |
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At every business on the coast |
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Swear t'god they got the most |
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At every business on the coast |
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They got the flakes |
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Flakes! flakes! |
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They can't fix yer brakes |
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You ask 'em, "where's my motor?" |
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"well, it was eaten by snakes..." |
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You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit |
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But they won't be fixin' it |
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They're lyin' an' lazy |
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They can be drivin' you crazy |
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Swear t'god they got the most |
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At every business on the coast |
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Swear t'god they got the most |
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At every business on the coast |
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Take it away, bob... |
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I asked as nice as i could |
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If my job would |
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Somehow be finished by friday |
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Well, them whole damn weekend |
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Came 'n' went, frankie |
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Wanna buy some mandies, bob? |
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'n' they didn't do nothin' |
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But they charged me double for sunday |
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You know, no matter what you do, |
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They gonna cheat 'n' rob you |
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Then they'll send you a bill |
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That'll get your senses reelin' |
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And if you do not pay |
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They got computer collectors |
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That'll get you so crazy |
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'til your head'll go through th' ceilin' |
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Yes it will! |
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I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife |
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She's frosting a cake |
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With a paper knife |
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All what we got here's |
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American made |
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It's a little bit cheesey, |
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But it's nicely displayed |
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Well we don't get excited when it |
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Crumbles 'n' breaks |
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We just get on the phone |
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And call up some flakes |
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They rush on over |
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'n' wreck it some more |
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'n' we are so dumb |
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They're linin' up at our door |
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Well, the toilet went crazy |
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Yersterday afternoon |
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The plumber he says |
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Never flush a tampoon! |
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This great information |
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Cost me half a week's pay |
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And the toilet blew up |
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Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay |
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Blew up the next day |
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Woo-ooo |
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We are millions 'n' millions, |
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We're coming to get you |
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We're protected by unions |
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So don't let it upset you |
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Can't escape the conclusion |
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It's probably god's will |
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That civilization |
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Will grind to a standstill |
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And we are the people |
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Who will make it all happen |
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While yer children is sleepin', |
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Yer puppy is crappin' |
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You might call us flakes |
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Or something else you might coin us |
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But we know you're so greedy |
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That you'll probably join us |
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We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you |
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We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you |
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We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you |
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We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you... |
