Jimmy Buffett: Friutcakes

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 Chorus 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? 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 ChorusThe 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