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FRUITCAKES Jimmy Buffett You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day, She runs the space station and bait shop down near Boomtown. She told me that human beings were flawed individuals, that the cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early, and I believe it. Take for example when you go to the movies these days. 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 Junior Mints go in the movi? I don't want a 12lb. Nestles Crunch for 25 dollars. I want Junior Mints! We need more fruitcakes in this world. 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 on the street Struttin' naked through the crosswalk In the middle of the week Halfbaked 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 mud slides They got sushi in the mall Water bars, Brontosaurs Chinese mondern lust Shake and bake life with the quake The secret's in the crust. Chorus Speaking of fruitcakes--How 'bout the government, your tax dollars at work. We lost our Martian rocket ship The high paid spokeman said Looks like that silly rocket ship Has lost its cone-shaped head We spend ninety jillion dollars Trying to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter Ringin 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. All right 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 the born again look, it's the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin on I ain't got a clue. Here come the big ones--Realationships--We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with 'em? Here we go I'll tell ya She said you've got to 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 lighting And a harmless lightning bug. Chorus The future--Captain's log--Star date 2000 and sometin' 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 preache 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 Chorus That's right. You too. Those crumbs are spread all around this universe. I've seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in Santa Monica roller skate naked thru 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 got fruitcakes. Spread them crumbs around. That's right. We want 'em around. Keep bakin' baby, keep bakin'!


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