Frank Zappa — Flakes Hammersmith Odeon

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 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' 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 . . . ) (Adrian Belew, imitating Bob Dylan): I asked as nice as I could If my job would Somehow be finished by Friday Well, the whole damn weekend Came 'n went, Frankie (Wanna buy some acid, 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 'n rob you 'N then they'll give you a bill 'N it'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! One, two, three, four! One, two, one more! One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!