Lyrics 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
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
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
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 trying to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fruitcakes 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
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 its 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 get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin′ bug
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
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
It′s a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey
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
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′