Fruitcakes
Jimmy Buffett
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
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
Eight 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 pound 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
| Instrumental |
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in
In the middle of the week
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Every one 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, mud slides. They’ve got sushi in the mall
Water bars brontasaurs chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake the secret’s in the crust
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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 its cone-shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars try’n to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Struttin' naked towards eternity
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in
We've been that way since birth
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Every one of us
Religion, Religion
Oh, there’s a thin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning
Here we go now. Alright alter boys
(no chord, strum a rhythm)
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where’s the church? Who took the steeple?
Religion is 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 the born again look, its the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what’s goin’ on I ain’t got a clue
| Instrumental |
Now here comes the 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 get me a little hug
That’s the difference between lightning and a harmless lightnin’ bug
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The future, captain’s log star date two thousand and something
We’re seven years from the millenium 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
It’s a jungle out there kiddies. Have a very fruitful day! Hey!
Repeat Chorus 1
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 rollerskate 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’