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

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

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 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

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

Half baked 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 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars

I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy

Fuitcakes on the earth

Struttin' 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 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 a*s 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

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 on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

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 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

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

Half baked 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 uni'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'