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

She runs the space station and bait shop down near Boomtown.

She told me that human beings were flawed individuals, that the cosmic

bakers took us out of the oven a little too early, and I believe it.



Take for example when you go to the movies these days.

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

organization in my life.

I don't want other people thinking for me.

I want my Junior Mints! Where did Junior Mints go in the movi?

I don't want a 12lb. Nestles Crunch for 25 dollars.

I want Junior Mints!

We need more fruitcakes in this world.

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 on the street

Struttin' naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week



Halfbaked 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, Brontosaurs

Chinese mondern lust

Shake and bake life with the quake

The secret's in the crust.



Chorus



Speaking of fruitcakes--How 'bout the government,

your tax dollars at work.



We lost our Martian rocket ship

The high paid spokeman said

Looks like that silly rocket ship

Has lost its cone-shaped head



We spend ninety jillion dollars

Trying to get a look at Mars

I hear universal laughter

Ringin out among the stars



Fruitcakes in the galaxy

Fruitcakes 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.

All right altar boys.



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 the 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--Realationships--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 lighting

And a harmless lightning bug.



Chorus



The future--Captain's log--Star date 2000 and sometin'



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 preache

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



Chorus



That's right. You too. Those crumbs are spread all around this

universe. I've seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in Santa Monica roller

skate naked thru 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 got fruitcakes. Spread them crumbs

around. That's right. We want 'em around. Keep bakin' baby, keep

bakin'!





That's for all you Parrot Heads out there!! :)