Karaoké Fruitcakes Jimmy Buffett

You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona

The other day she runs this space station and bakeshop down near Boomtown

She told me that human beings are flawed individuals

That 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 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 wanna take it anymore!

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

In the middle of the week

Cookies in the oven

People on the bus

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

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'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 on the street

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven middle of the week

Cookies in the oven

People on the bus

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

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 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars

I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy

Fruitcakes on the earth

Fruitcakes in the galaxy

Fruitcakes on the earth

Struttin' naked towards eternity

We have been that way since birth

We have been that way since birth

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

Cookies in the oven

People on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Everyone of us

Religion Religion

Oooh, 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'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 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, give me a little hug

That's the difference between lightning and a harmless lightnin' bug

Oh!

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Middle of the week

Cookies in the oven

People on the bus

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Everyone of us

The future, captain's log stardate 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 on the street

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Middle of the week

Cookies in the oven

People on the bus

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

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

Rollerskatin' 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'