Fruitcakes - Live

You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day

She runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown

She told me that human beings are flawed individuals

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 the 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 want to take it anymore

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)

Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)

Half-baked people on the bus (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, 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 in the kitchen)

Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)

Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in 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 gillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars

I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the kitchen)

Fruitcakes on the earth (fruitcakes on the street)

Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth

Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)

Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion! Religion! Oh, 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 is 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 get me a little hug

That's the difference between lightning and a harmless lightnin' bug

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)

Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)

Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

The future, captain's log, star-date 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 in the kitchen)

Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk in the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)

Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)

There's a little bit of fruitcake left in 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 rollerskate 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