Klusser

Jasper heeft een telefoongesprek met een klusbedrijf:

*tring tring*

“Hallo, Jasper!”
…
“Oh, hallo, Blob de Bouwer? Goed?!”
…
“Ja, ja, letter!”
…
“Alles kapot! Ja, leut!”

Ja leuk, dat alles kapot is. Dus zo komen die klussers aan hun werk. Ze laten een vernielzuchtige peuter los op het huis van z’n ouders en komen dan alles fluitend repareren. En ze bellen tussendoor even om te vragen of de vernieling naar wens verloopt.

Schattig, hoor…

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#1 written by Omiklus (2 years ago)

Vanaf april kan hij zijn opaBob bellen, concurrent voor al die eenmansbedrijfjes.
Trouwens Bob Dylans stem overdrijven? Kan dat? Doet hijzelf toch al?

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#2 written by Martijn (2 years ago)

Haha! Een buitenkansje om de songteksten van Flakes van Frank Zappa te posten! Gaat over dat soort klussers. Met een heel toepasselijke “Take it away, Bob.” (Voor wie het nummer niet kent, de teksten die daar op volgen worden met een overdreven Bob Dylan stem gezonden.)

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, the 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
Yesterday afternoon
The plumber he says
“Never flush a lampoon!”
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 comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you

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