Fruitcakes lyrics

Artist  : Jimmy Buffett 
Song : Fruitcakes
 
Fruitcakes
By: jimmy buffett, amy lee
1994
--spoken:
"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, 8 extra
ounces of watered
Down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don’t
want it.
I don’t want that much organziation 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!"

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the
kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the
street)
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the
oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (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, 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

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the
kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the
street)
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the
oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in
everyone of us

--spoken:
"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

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the
galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin’ naked towards eternity
We’ve been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the
oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in
everyone of us

--spoken:
"religion! religion! oh, there’s a thin line
between saturday
Night and sunday morning. here we go now.
Alright, alter boys."

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 it’s the wasp and the
jew
Tell me what’s goin on, I ain’t gotta clue

--spoken:
"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 get me a little hug
That’s the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin’ bug

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the
kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the
street)
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the
oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in
everyone of us

--spoken:
"the future. captain’s log, stardate 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
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey.

Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the
kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the
street)
Struttin’ naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the
oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
There’s a little bit of fruitcake left in
everyone of us

--spoken:
"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’."