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'
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