Fruitcakes Lyrics
| Song | Fruitcakes |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Buffett Live: Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffett, Lee | |
| 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'.' |
| zuo ci : Buffett, Lee | |
| 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 crazyass 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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'.' |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Lee | |
| 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 crazyass 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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 | |
| Halfbaked cookies in the oven Cookies in the oven | |
| Halfbaked 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'.' |
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