Fruitcakes
You know I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day, she runs a space station and bake shop 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. They try to sell you this jumbo drink 8 extra ounces of watered down cherry coke 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 movie? I don't want a 12 lb. 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 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 everyone of us
Paradise - lost and found
Paradise - take a look around
I was out in Calafornia
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
Chorus
Speakin' of fruitcake - 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 it's cone-shaped head
We spent ninety jilion dollars
Trying' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laighter
Ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the earth
Struttin' 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 but of fruitcakes in everyone of us
Religion, religion. Oh there's a think line between Saturday night and Sunday morning. Here we now. All right Altar boys,
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxmia culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the habnds of some crazy ass people
Telivision 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 that born again look, it's the WASP and the Jew
Tell me what's going on, I ain't got a clue
Here come 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 have 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 betweeb lighting
And a harmless lighting bug
Chours
