[Chorus:] 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
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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? Here we go I'll tell ya
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 lightning And a harmless lightning bug
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
The 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 dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
