Jimmy Buffett - Fruitcakes lyrics
[Jimmy Buffett - Fruitcakes lyrics]
You know I was talking to my
Friend Desdemona the other day
She runs this space station and
Bake shop down near Boomtown
She told me that human
Beings are flawed individuals
That the cosmic bakers took us out of
The oven a little too early
And that's the reason we're as
Crazy as we are, and I believe it!
Take for example
When you go to the movies these days
You know
They try to sell you this jumbo drink
8 extra ounces of watered down Cherry Coke
For an extra 25 cents i don't want it
I don't want that much
Organization in my life
I don't want other people thinking for me
I want my Junior Mints
Where did the Junior Mints go in the movies?
I don't want a 12 lb
Nestle's crunch for 25 dollars
I want junior mints!
We need more fruitcakes in this
World and less bakers!
We need people that care!
I'm mad as hell and I don't
Want to take it anymore!
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Paradise, lost and found, paradise
Take a look around
I was out in California where I
Hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mudslides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake, life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Speakin' of fruitcakes
How 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work!
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to
Get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing
Out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Religion, religion
Oh, there's a thin line between
Saturday night and Sunday morning
Here we go now, alright, altar boys
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple?
Religion's in the hands of
Some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad
Hair and dimples the god's honest truth is
It's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you
It's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic
Ain't she? It's that born-again look
It's the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't got a clue
Now here comes the big ones, relationships!
We all got 'em, we all want 'em
What do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya
She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May give me a little hug
That's the difference between lightnin' and
A harmless lightnin' bug
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
The future captain's log
Stardate two thousand and something
We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley
Tape and practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae, mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey, fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
That's right, you too
Yeah, those crumbs are spread
All around this universe
I've seen fruitcakes
I saw this guy in Santa Monica
Roller-skatin' naked through the crosswalk
Down in New Orleans, in the French Market
There are fruitcakes like you cannot believe
New York, forget it, fruitcake city
Down Island, we've got fruitcakes
Spread them crumbs around
That's right, we want 'em around
Keep bakin', baby, keep bakin'
Friend Desdemona the other day
She runs this space station and
Bake shop down near Boomtown
She told me that human
Beings are flawed individuals
That the cosmic bakers took us out of
The oven a little too early
And that's the reason we're as
Crazy as we are, and I believe it!
Take for example
When you go to the movies these days
You know
They try to sell you this jumbo drink
8 extra ounces of watered down Cherry Coke
For an extra 25 cents i don't want it
I don't want that much
Organization in my life
I don't want other people thinking for me
I want my Junior Mints
Where did the Junior Mints go in the movies?
I don't want a 12 lb
Nestle's crunch for 25 dollars
I want junior mints!
We need more fruitcakes in this
World and less bakers!
We need people that care!
I'm mad as hell and I don't
Want to take it anymore!
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Paradise, lost and found, paradise
Take a look around
I was out in California where I
Hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mudslides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake, life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Speakin' of fruitcakes
How 'bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work!
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to
Get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing
Out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
Religion, religion
Oh, there's a thin line between
Saturday night and Sunday morning
Here we go now, alright, altar boys
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple?
Religion's in the hands of
Some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad
Hair and dimples the god's honest truth is
It's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you
It's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic
Ain't she? It's that born-again look
It's the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's goin' on, I ain't got a clue
Now here comes the big ones, relationships!
We all got 'em, we all want 'em
What do we do with 'em?
Here we go, I'll tell ya
She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May give me a little hug
That's the difference between lightnin' and
A harmless lightnin' bug
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
The future captain's log
Stardate two thousand and something
We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy HAL
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley
Tape and practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae, mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey, fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in
The middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in everyone of us
That's right, you too
Yeah, those crumbs are spread
All around this universe
I've seen fruitcakes
I saw this guy in Santa Monica
Roller-skatin' naked through the crosswalk
Down in New Orleans, in the French Market
There are fruitcakes like you cannot believe
New York, forget it, fruitcake city
Down Island, we've got fruitcakes
Spread them crumbs around
That's right, we want 'em around
Keep bakin', baby, keep bakin'