Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)   Adrian belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)   Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)   Peter wolf (keyboards)   Patrick o'hearn (bass, vocals)   Terry bozzio (drums, vocals)   Ed mann (percussion, vocals)   Napoleon murphy brock (background vocals)   Andre lewis (background vocals)   Randy thornton (background vocals)   Davey moire (background vocals)      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   Take it away, bob...      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!      I'm a moron, 'n' 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 'n' breaks   We just get on the phone   And call up some flakes   They rush on over   'n' wreck it some more   'n' we are so dumb   They're linin' up at our door   Well, the toilet went crazy   Yersterday 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-ay-eee-ay   Blew up the next day   Woo-ooo      We are millions 'n' millions,   We're coming 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 yer children is sleepin',   Yer puppy is crappin'   You might call us flakes   Or something else you might coin us   But we know you're so greedy   That you'll probably join us      We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you   We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you   We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you   We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...