You know I was talkin'
To my friend Desdemona
She runs this space station
And bake shop
Down near Boom Town
She told me that human beings
Are floored individuals
That the cosmic bakers
Took us out of the oven
A bit too early
And that's the reason
We're are 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 the much organization
I want my Junior Mints
Where'd the Junior Mints
Go in the movie
I do want a twelve pound
Nestle 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 ****
And I don't wanna take it anymore
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked
Through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in every one 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 mudslides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and 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
Struttin' naked
Through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in every one of us
Speaking of fruitcakes
How about 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
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut 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 every one of us
Religion religion
Oh there's a thin line
Between Saturday night
And Sunday morning
Here we go now
OK 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 a-- 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 a Catholic ain't she
It's that born again look
It's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on
I ain't got a clue
Ah 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'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 lightening
And a harmless lightening bug
Ho fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked
Through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in every one of us
The future Captain's log
Star date 2000 and somethin'
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 ja 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
Struttin' naked
Through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven
Half-baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake
Left in every one of us
That's right
You too Yeah those crumbs
Are spread all around
The universe
I've seen fruitcakes
I saw this guy
In Santa Monica
Rollerskate naked
Through the crosswalk
Down in New Orleans
In French Market
There are fruitcakes
Like you cannot believe
New York Forget it
Fruitcake City
Long lsland
We got fruitcakes
Spread them crumbs around
That's right
We want them around
Keep bakin' baby Keep bakin'
