Fruitcakes Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett/Amy Lee Music：Jimmy Buffett/Amy Lee
Spoken： '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, 8 extra ounces of watered down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organziation 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 12 lb. Nestle's crunch for 25 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!'
Chorus: 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, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust Shake and bake life with the quake The secret's in the crust
Chorus: 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
Spoken: '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 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Chorus: Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy) Fuitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth) 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
Spoken: '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 its the WASP and the Jew Tell me what's goin on, I ain't gotta clue
Spoken: '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
Chorus: 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
Spoken: 'The future. Captain's log, stardate two thousand and something.'
We're seven years from the millenium 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 Its a jungle out there kiddies Have a very fruitful day Hey.
Chorus: 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
Spoken: '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'.'
《Fruitcakes》由Jimmy Buffett演唱，该首音乐收录在《Meet Me In Margaritaville[The Ultimate Collection]》专辑中。