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Fruitcakes 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 twenty five 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 twelve pounds Nestle's crunch for twenty five 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, brontosaurs, 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 ninety gillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the kitchen) Fruitcakes on the earth (fruitcakes on the street) 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 it's the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin on, I ain't gotta 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, star-date 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 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
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