They don't do no good
They never be working when they ought or should
They waste your time
They're wasting mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear to God they got the most
And every business on the coast
Yeah, I swear to God they got the most
And every business on the coast
They got the flakes
You can't fix your brakes
You ask them, 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 and lazy
They can be driving you crazy
Swear to God they got the most
And every business on the coast
Yeah, I swear to God they got the most
And every business on the coast
Take it away, Bob
I ask as nice as I could
Yeah, I swear to God they got the most
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend came and went, Frankie
You know what?
They didn't do nothing
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They're gonna cheat and rob you
And then they'll give you a bail
That'll get your senses reeling
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
Better get you so crazy
Till your head'll go through the ceiling
Yes, it will
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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 cheesy 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 lining up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon
The plumber, he says, never flush a tampon
This great inflammation cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
And the toilet blew up

And later on the next day
It just blew up the next day
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1, 2, 3, 4
Flex, flex
Flex, flex
Flex, flex
1, 2, 3, 4
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get ya
We're protected by union
So don't let it upset ya
And escape us when proven
It's probably God's will
That civilization
Will find to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While your children are sleeping
Your puppy is grapping
You might call us flicks
Or something else you might point us
We know you're so pretty
That you'll probably join us
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya
We're coming to get ya