fruitcakes

buffett, jimmy

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 california

where i hear they have it all

they got riots

fires and mud slides

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

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 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 everyone of us

religion

religion. 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 that born again look

it's the wasp and the jew

tell me what's goin 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'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 lightning

and a harmless lightning bug

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

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

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